Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

She was more animated now, more charismatic beyond words as she circled him. He knew she was no ordinary creature; that in part was what drew her to him time and time again. Perhaps there was something in that which he admired. It was hard to stay stationary as she completed her assessment, but his continued bewilderment did not bring much ease to him as she laid her muzzle along his ruffled, damp shoulders. Instead was arose dared him to be bold, to reach out and see what he could do with the tools he had been given to work with.

He turned in on her gently, discarding his present worries and light words for action. His nose met the slick hairs of her back somewhere along the middle as he entertained the thought of what more she desired. He was not clueless, not entirely, to what she had asked of him once before. He knew that question still danced openly as it had then, if there had ever been any doubt she had dampened the flame. Drawing in the muddled scents, he breathed hotly against her frame as temptation ignited within. He pried loose of her tame hold to draw himself alongside of her, his lips finding her soft ear.

"What is it that you fear, my dear," came his voice, hushed and low to that very ear. "Are you afraid that I'll run away and leave you without a word? Or is it the uncertainty of what lies outside your world?" A pause. "Perhaps it is both. I still intend stay my course but my goal remains the same. Do you not trust me? Think my adoration for you is a ruse?" He scoffed, more to himself than anyone else. He would never be the conventional sort, nor a generated man of valor from fairy tales told in their youth.

He let a parting statement snake past his lips.

"You have so much potential to be more."