Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

y'var'la stood at the edge of the gathering, her sleek form barely stirring, as still as the shadows cast by the firelight. her golden eyes flicked up to meet sólhárr's gaze for the briefest of moments, but quickly, her attention returned to the others, taking in their reactions. the air was heavy, thick with the weight of his words, but she remained unmoved, poised as ever.

the seiðkona was gone. y'var'la felt the stir of unease ripple through the pack, though she didn’t show it. there was no place for it in her demeanor. she had learned long ago that fear was a distraction, and she could feel it radiating off others now. the pack shifted, and she was a part of it, but she never allowed herself to be swallowed whole by it.

to the quarry, she murmured softly, barely enough for others to hear, the words slipping from her like the quietest of winds. it is fitting.

the stone would indeed remember. and the memory of the seiðkona’s absence would not fade so easily. but there was no room for sentimentality in her heart. she knew what needed to be done.