It was hard to tell what had changed since he set foot through the grand black gate of the city. Dr…
It was hard to tell what had changed since he set foot through the grand black gate of the city. Dragons loomed overhead and the sea sprawled out in an infinite expanse of swirling blue. The forest had faded and he had left it behind for the first time in years. But nothing had changed, not really. Nothing had been said or shown, and he hadnt been alone in a room with her at all since they met not seven days past. So why did sitting beside her hold none of the trepidation for him that the rest of Baldurs Gate seemed built on?
Every stone had been a fortress wall until the moment Nyr stepped onto a vast and tangled mess of a bridge and felt two gentle presences nearby. Silvanus, oak father, clinging to his small oasis out of the woods and balanced precariously on a road over water. And there was her. She sat so calmly and quietly beside him as he took the mistletoe from the bag, Nyr could have closed his eyes and almost been back in the forest. He held it aloft for her to see and though his hands wanted to move through the familiar motions, Nyr showed her slowly. The air barely shimmered before he set the sprig down on Silvanus altar and the sprig of green sprang to vigorous life. It rooted and grew and bloomed a gentle shade of red not too far from the tentative hand that reached to touch it. Nyr pulled his hands away and watched Hope press a fingertip to the newly blossomed life, and took the rare chance to see her without a flush to her cheeks. Vivid and strong. Bright, like the flower. But a shade of red that wouldnt fade so quickly. He smiled.
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