Northstar Vale sand willow

tagging @Andrés for reference as he would have told him <3

these days his company was not that of great barbarians and hunters.

it was of the domestic man who carried his own plight of gods. but today he stepped away from the great paladin's side on a quest of his own.

he hoped to find his son.

instead he found the faintest beginning of scents working through the vale. complimented by a hint of lavender. not that bartholomew was a man of flowers but...dove had tended with them before.

his heart hurt more.

then there was fire.

bright and brilliant and breathing. a woman kissed by the sun. his stomach twisted into uncomfortable knots. gaze refused to linger on her, instead it fluttered like a butterfly to where she sniffed at.

blessed day, he offered softly.