Neverwinter Forest when the stars threw down their spears

threading with myself just for a quick continuity checkpoint pls excuse

The forest was empty, but the stink of strangers was slow to fade. White Elk felt a surge of vindictive pleasure — a feeling he was almost wholly unfamiliar with, and one he quickly pushed away. No, he was devastated. Even now, a full turn of the wheel after last setting eyes on her.

Callyope.

She had been a bright splash of color in an otherwise meaningless, uneventful life.

Bearclaw was married, now, to a man that Elk had never met. That was good. But he'd returned to the wilds to find the girl of his dreams married off, and had now returned again to find her not at all.