Neverwinter Forest I’ve been killing all my time.

New player here. Please excuse any rustiness. <3

Another approached her perch, and Eimear swung her head toward the creature. A large male, by the look and scent of him, with an accent reminiscent of her father's, though less thick. He spoke of a fire, and Eimear's ears twitched, curiosity clouding her gold eyes. A fire? Eimear had never seen fire, so the word was foreign to her. The grey snow was new and foreign as well, the burning acrid scent stinging her nose and coating her mouth. What's fire? Her gaze pivoted back to the blot in the distance, wondering what a fire meant, and why the snow was no longer white.