Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

The early evening had come to pass and with it came the set of the sun. Pasha had made a steady round of the borders, settling into life beneath the evergreens quietly. Though still troubled by the loss of his brother, he hadn't worked up the wonder enough to seek out Jorunn and the coastal realm that his brother had claimed; to do so would mean to confront the fact that Whittier was indeed dead and gone. Death was a new thing for him to experience, a great wonder that he hardly understand and was not quite ready to.

As he moved quietly through the forest, he found some familiarity that came back to him from when they had first laid claim to the place. It was hard to believe that so much time had passed since then, that originally he had been the one to leave Bazi first and come back to the Wilds. It was a different place from the memories that he had of Jade Fern Grove. Pasha no longer remembered life upon the peak where he had been born, perhaps for the best.

All of those memories and thoughts were shelved when he spied out the movement of something—rather, someone—small in the stunted foliage. It took only an instant of recognition to realize where he was and presumably, what he was witnessing. His father had spoken of what was now his youngest children; this one was larger than what Pasha had expected.

He swallowed his apprehensions swiftly as his steps brought him near, though he held off as not to startle this unknown sibling. He chuffed softly, his head sweeping downward curiously. "What are you doing?"