Neverwinter Forest i felt free

Moods, at this tender age, were meant for shifting. In a berserker-like manner — one that perhaps augured what would one day be Cypress’ kneejerk reaction to pain — the pudgy little raven tossed aside his vulnerability for a hefty dose of crankiness. Stubbornly he buttoned his lips over his own plaintive cries, roughly butting his shoulder against Rannoch’s to encourage the dandelion fluff boy to do the same. These foes would not hear them calling for their father — Cypress and Rannoch were Frostfurs, princes of this forest and warriors besides. Casting his gaze about the clearing, he came across a tall, spindly fallen branch. He could sweep the butterflies off the trunk with it, he thought, but when he clenched the thing between his jaws he simply wasn’t strong enough to heft it into a vertical position. “Nah!” he cried out, a fierce expression of promised malice for the winged bandits crossing his shadowed visage. “Hemmy, hemmy!” Noch! Help me, help me! Surely the two of them working in tandem could rid Neverwinter Forest of these pests.