Neverwinter Forest spitfire

The sound of his voice had nearly startled her to a position of curled lips and bared fangs. The rapid beating of her heart was eating away at her, urging her to run as swiftly as her limbs would carry her. 

Instead, she craned her neck around and held him with the flickering blue of her gaze. Cypress had been far quieter than his brother, but that didn't perturb the young shadow. She liked the quiet reverence of the raven child. His youthful stoicism was a comfort for her. As she lingered on his features, Lucy found that she was relieved she had not snapped at him for his quiet approach. It would have shredded her heart to lash at him, when he was such a kind soul. Turning just slightly, the shadow moved to nudge him gently with the wet of her nose. His companionship would mean that Lucy wouldn't have to face her thoughts alone. 

"I was only exploring, " she assured him with a ghost of a smile on her lips. She had hoped it would appear encouraging, but it only made her look haunted. The girl was transitioning into a spectre - a young ghoul.