Bramblepoint old wounds

solharr's gaze holds steady, his posture unmoving as he listens. the wind howls between them, but he remains rooted, his expression calm yet thoughtful.

nothing lasts forever, he repeats, voice low but firm, not even the hardest winter. his eyes shift to the horizon, tracing the vastness she watches, feeling the weight of her question. but you are here now. this, this is what is before you. what makes it different is the choice to step into it, despite the cold.

his gaze drifts back to her, steady, unwavering.

there is peace here, he continues, quieter now. it is my duty to make it so.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! This is amazing!!!!!!!!