RARITY ARMOR
Vidar's silent gesture spoke volumes, echoing through the ancient trees as a testament to the depth of our shared experiences.
The intensity of his hug conveyed both relief and a genuine connection that transcended the tumultuous events of the past days. As he pulled back, his hands cradling my face, I detected a hint of forest musk, a scent that mingled with the fragrant flowers that adorned the clearing.
"Are you alright?" he inquired, his gaze searching for any trace of harm.
The scent of pine and earthy moss, carried by the breeze, intensified as if nature itself acknowledged the significance of the moment. The sunlight filtering through the dense canopy created a play of shadows on Vidar's face, accentuating the concern etched in the lines around his eyes.
I nodde
