Neverwinter Forest something much

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she looked now for Storm Rising on the Eastern Sea — or @Seastorm as she had also been told.

her instinct was to follow where the scent of catamaran grew thickest. for it had been him who had said that he would tend her flesh while she healed.

callyope had sung her wordless songs beneath the canopy of heimtré.

yet she did not fear weakness in a spirit. she feared restlessness, knew the way long healing took its toll upon mind more than body sometimes!

with her, she carried a gift of a deer pelt. inside it a myriad of things — rich in earthy scents.

This was the first woman she'd encountered here.

It was the scent of her which caught Seastorm's attention first. Her lips peeled back from her teeth. The assassin emerged a silent, bristling presence from her bed; she made no move to attack, but eyed the deer pelt with scathing suspicion in her gaze. She knew immediately who this must be. Callyope.

It made no difference. Seastorm didn't want to see her.

see, she thought to herself. the spirit is not weak!

she might have smiled if she didn't fear it would only agitate the mending young woman further. instead she set down the pelt.

a bundle of lavender, boar meat, a curve of a tusk from the same creature.

these were the things that tried to peek out from within the bundled fur.

look. tell me if you like any item within. so that she may refine her gift giving going forward! all for you.

All for you.

Seastorm stilled, peering with more curiosity than wariness at the pelt as Callyope spoke. She had never been given so many things of her own. Part of her wondered, just for a moment, if this was a cruel trick of some sort; perhaps the women meant to take these things away the moment Seastorm made her choice!

Thoughtlessly she snatched the tusk, tossing it up into the air and catching it with a loud clack of her teeth. The weight of it jarred her jaw painfully, but she paid it no mind. Instead she threw her head around a few more times for good measure, swinging the tusk like a flail.

bones.

she would gather many. she would find larger ones, unique ones. sturdy ones might be valued by such a strong one as her. yet if she found uncommon ones, they might be treasured trinkets among the strong.

yes, she liked this idea very much.

the pelt too. when she had said all, she meant such in full. and if that one is not to your liking, there are others.

she wondered if the Seastorm woman might have wanted a boar-skin, too, to match!

The pelt too, she said, distracting Seastorm from her game. The yearling dropped her prize to nose at the pelt, digging her muzzle beneath it and upturning the remaining contents in her exploration. She picked up the pelt in her teeth and swung it half-heartedly a few times.

Then she dropped it back on the ground, eyes finding Callyope again. Her expression was quizzical, but for now she said nothing. She only waited to hear the price of these gifts.

it seemed discovery had soothed whatever aggression she had first been met with.

this pleased her greatly to no end. even more so to watch the pelt be truly used! she did not mind watching it be swung around. after all, if these were gifts truly for seastorm, then it was up to her to decide how they were used.

she was stared at.

silence lingered.

it is good for you to have things as you heal. especially if it lightened her spirits so much! how good it was to see the playing with tusk and pelt.

more will be gathered. if you have requests...

but callyope had already formed ideas of her own, if none came from the mouth of the wounded.

Was it so obvious that she was unused to these things?

Shame heated her ears. Abruptly Seastorm was forced to look away, her eyes stinging with the threat of angry tears, her spine bristling all over again. Her gaze dropped and she snatched the tusk again. This time she turned away, tail tucked between her legs as she crept off with the gift.

After a few moments, however, the girl voiced her single request:

Feathers.

She didn't look up even as she spoke; the woman went ignored once again.

was she too much?

perhaps it was overwhelming. somehow it motivated her all the more to make this one's healing time more comfortable. furs, bones and —

feathers. she echoed it back but as confirmation.

she would collect as many kinds as she could find. whether by her own means or by asking the more trained hunters of their forest. this was a task that might take time, but had become a priority in her mind.

only now, satisfied with being given direction, did she turn her back.

content to take off back into the forests to begin this task.