Neverwinter Forest when the curtains call the time

last from me!

Pangur was glad to know of Iruna's family, though she caught the subtle pause in the Læknir's voice, tender and reminiscing. Was. Pangur would say a prayer for her later, ask the gods to keep her in their hearts. Loss was inevitable, but there was something special about loving so much that there was something to lose at all.

The passage of legacy. Always clung to by men, but it was for women, too. Here they both sat, carrying on the legacy of their mothers and grandmothers, a testament to all their hard work in the sculpting of their faces, and the sound of their voices.

Thank you, Læknir. She dipped her head, testing her weight against her leg now that she was freshly wound. She thought Iruna to be an impressive woman, juggling so many talents! while she saw courage and strength in Pangur; even when her courage teetered on dangerous, at least her heart kept strong. I imagine you will see more of me, I am terribly bad at dodging. She laughed.

I will see you around! Thank you again! She flicked her tail and bounded off, already eager to join a hunt or a spar. She never promised she would be careful.