Neverwinter Forest he paved the skies

The events that had transpired had rattled the young girl to the point of drastic change. While she still held the fiery spirit that had been presented to her at birth, there was something that had been shaken from her. The monster that had pulled her from her home and dragged her into a new world had damaged her, but she was bound and determined to make the best of her situation. 

The boys were kind to her and she had found herself growing quickly attached to Rannoch, who acted as a sort of guardian over her. He was helping her to regain her strength and her spirit. Cypress was sweet in his own sense, and Lucy had found herself admiring how their coat colors seemed to compliment each other quite well. As the days passed - and they were only a few - she was finding comfort in her own skin once more. 

With quiet steps, the girl emerged from their family den and her bright blue eyes caught sight of the looming shape of Scimitar. He was a powerful beast, she could tell, and there was a flash of fear in her eyes at the sight of him looming so close to the entrance. "H-hi," she piped softly, hoping that a light wag of her tail would bring a smile to the stern man's face.