Neverwinter Forest i felt free

The first compliment Cypress had ever given yielded fascinating results. Rannoch’s pride was a warm and precious thing to behold, and the glow within the little raven’s chest nearly tickled with glee. He enjoyed making his brother happy — it was why he sometimes good-naturedly gave in to playing with the dandelion fluff boy even when he wanted to sleep. This was Good Manners, he thought, carefully digesting every new lesson as was his wont. Yet he had merely spoken the truth! Rannoch was big and strong, and it was likely he would be a better mountain than Cypress in this particular situation. Speaking of which, “Nah wan moun’in?” he questioned politely, propping his paws up on the tree trunk to emphasize his point as he peered at the butterflies who lingered still, to the Neverwinter princes’ great offense. Did Noch want to be the stepladder where Cypress had failed?