Neverwinter Forest Is crua a cheannaíonn an droim an bolg.

The big blob spoke, and the sounds permeated the air and sank in to her ears, but that was about all they did. She heard the noises but did not seem to pay any attention to them otherwise. Instead, the little one was more interested in the strange glow that was cast across her vision; it stung, but not at first. It made the blobs turn bright and sharp, and then everywhere she looked there were streaks of flourescent color, and no amount of blinking would erase them. She squawked at this discovery and decided the light was filled with hurt. It was warm though, so her struggles to escape it were weak, and she eventually settled on trying to grab at the bright specks of dust with her tiny mouth, hopping and kicking and pawing and chewing at whatever was within reach.