Neverwinter Forest Cyclone

A few days became a week; Storm busied herself with hunting, with walking the forest's perimeter, with falling into a routine she had no right to claim as her own. Moongrove. It would never be her place, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to pretend a little while.

The sun shone brightly through the leaves overhead. Storm slowed to a halt at the treeline, slightly breathless as she ended her pursuit of a fox she'd found sniffing round a cache. The trees dropped some of their leaves around her just then, and she frowned. The nights would only grow longer and colder.

Perhaps she would winter here.

i know they still have their first one but i wanted to crash again oops

a few days had become seven suns.

callyope made no move to press upon the woman, but she made sure anything she might need was at the ready. she had even informed @Panuk that this guest was welcome to all things! that storm might have clean beddings and meats at the ready.

she would help, of course, but in between her walks around villages she expected the sweet boy to provide too.

the chill was welcomed by the crane woman and her spirits seemed to lift high for it.

storm! she called out joyfully. the scent of fox mingled with that of the beautiful woman. what have you found?

You can crash any of my threads any time <3

A voice called out; Storm turned sharply at first, almost bristling, but all the tension faded from her when she saw it was only Callyope. Of all the beauty within the forest, this sight in particular sparked a warm fondness in her. She smiled, apology and greeting both, and stepped closer.

Only a fox lurking near one of your caches, Storm called back as she closed the distance between them. Her expression turned slightly smug as she added: It's gone now.

she found herself not startled, but warmed, too.

she did not think storm meant to be so bristly. instead she only witnessed it as a defensiveness of the land. especially when mentioning a fox!

if it comes back and you catch it, bring it to me. i will make you a fur from it.

yet she imagined the fox might be foolish to return and face this warrior.

there is meant to be a large gathering of hunting between many villages. i would like to invite you.

she did not need to be of a moonvillage to attend. she did not need to be of any village to attend. callyope merely hoped to —

see her more.