Neverwinter Forest I know I'm keeping my outfit

It was rare for any of the children to escape the watchful eyes of both parents, but somehow this one did. Not only was it strange to be without her siblings, but it was strange by virtue of this being Eimear, the daughter that was afraid of her own shadow, the girl who needed her sister Szabala to be nearby at all times, or her father's great and sweeping shadow, for comfort. But she had been awake for too long without the others, and the outside world had been a fun place before, so why not again?

It was with a strange sense of adventure within the youngster's mind that Eimear slunk out of the den and away, her tiny taupe body slinking between the shadows and occasionally catching beams of summer light; the dust that danced in each sunbeam made her laugh, and she vaulted through them, snapping and giggling, as if she were trying to catch something of importance. When this game became too much for her, Eimear began to look for a way back to the den - but she didn't get far before a strange figure caught her attention.

The girl became instantly nervous. She crouched against a tree trunk, coiling her hind legs beneath herself like a cat, with eyes wide and luminous thanks to the shifting of the light through the boughs; she saw this stranger and did not recognize him, nor his grizzled pelt, but did not give up her game of staring him down — before long he'd probably spot her, being a brownish-gold blob among the trees and bushes.