@tamlenx location: Evergold forest, Arvandor notes: what if we bubbled under the golden tree
They ascended to the golden staircase, one foot in front of the other as the warmth of Laurelin washed over them. Its gilded bark exuded divinity in its purest form, the Two Trees were the greatest symbols of the Gods' power and as they ascended above the treeline the ripples of shimmering canopies reflected the light that adorned them.
Firehair was aptly named, Sune's tresses captured the gold and spun it with scarlet. Shifting on its own it swayed gently down her shoulders and lifted from her back like a subtle flame. The chiton she wore was simple but elegant, fabric more akin to a silken diamond than anything found in the mortal realm, it caught every light and held none of it all at the same time; in every way it was made to draw the focus onto her features. Sune historically resented apparel in its many varieties, that she wore anything and permitted Tamlen to remained dressed at all was a sign of her respect for his modesty.
"Well cutie, tell me everything." The lady Firehair was a passionate goddess, clearly she was the most powerful among the Seldarine: passion ruled the world. All of Faerûn was driven by desire and by love. Corellon loved her people just as she did, and that love was a primal protector that drove darkness from this place. "Do you have a girlfriend?" He seemed very young, much too young to be married. "What are you, two millennia, three?" She ruffled his hair playfully. Passion and love did not end with lovers, rather they were only the beginning, she was the love for a properly raised child, and the passion of parenthood. When she died, all the fires across Faerûn dimmed in mourning.