Neverwinter Forest I’ve been killing all my time.

for anyone! referencing the bad weather & donnelaith

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There was something about the forest that didn't sit right with her. She had always loved the trees, and the birds, and even the sound of the wind whipping through the boughs on the stormy days. But there had been a strange smell on the wind for a few days now. The snow that fell had gone gray, and it did not melt like it was supposed to — Eimear had avoided it because of how strange it had seemed, and how acrid it had tasted when she had first investigated. Now, loitering around the western fringe of home, she was perched among the ferns and trees with her attention on the distant horizon. Her face was scrunched with concern, but Eimear made no move to depart the pack lands to investigate. She was too young — too nervous of the world outside. The outside had taken her father away after all; it could not be trusted, just as this strange new smell could not be trusted.
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