Neverwinter Forest spitfire

 
There was something about the cadence of his words that soothed her soul. Though he was trying to hold her there and keep her safe. While the shadow did not want to feel confined by anyone or anything, her emotional attachment to Cypress was something of a confounding subject for her. Try as she might, she would not deny him his request to venture the forest with one of the boys at her side. While Lucy had grown into an independent young girl, the fire of his eyes was captivating and comforting enough for her to listen to his request with a quiet little smile and a flip of her tail. "Alright, Cypress," she remarked in something of a whisper. She would do what he asked of her and she would not complain – not until her life was in danger again.  
 
"Let's hear a story then," she quickly followed through with his offering. To hear him talk would be wonderful. "Take me to one of your favorite places." The girl then gestured with a slender muzzle toward the thickly wooded forest. A sharp twinkle crossed her vision.