Neverwinter Forest but they won't flower like they did last spring

She was inquisitive of her father, which wasn't so strange. Most children idolized one or the other; at this thought, Njal wondered who his children would've loved the most out of himself and Tuwawi — the father that was an infrequent fixture in their life, or the mother who was filled with rage and the pain of loss. He fell quiet then, lost in his thoughts, until being reminded of the ongoing conversation when the silence became unbearable.

Oh, uh, he slurred briefly, there was a place across the mountains to the east. The river there, the Swiftcurrent, once housed a small family that we defended together. That had been a lifetime ago, at the very least. Before the chaos of the glacier, before the storm and the caldera, and even before Scimitar had known this girl's mother. Who is your mother? the old man abruptly queried, watching the girl for a moment, and not realizing how delicate the situation may be between the members of the family here.