Neverwinter Forest when it comes to us

Pale ears fell back against the curve of her skull as Eilidh revealed the nature of her news. October’s eyes shone with sympathy. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” she murmured in response. Having never lived through the death of a loved one, she could not imagine the heartache Eilidh and her family had gone through.
 
“I’ll pass the news along to Scimitar when he returns,” she said after a beat, a bob of her head accompanying her words. Her heart panged for the cream-furred woman who stood before her; the more October studied her, the more she noticed how worn Eilidh appeared. “Would you like to rest a bit? I can take you to a stream if you’d like a drink,” she offered.