Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

A gale caught the underside of the boughs above him as the squall rolled mercilessly overhead; not even the towering mountains could stop the swing of an otherworldly arm and the swath it swung. Lightning crackled and stole his breath, close enough to give more than a spring in his step as earth shook and sky rumbled. It was in the next breath he caught a glimpse of her before she emerged—the very appearance of simply someone else was enough for him to slam his feet to stop in the slick earth itself, toes splaying uncomfortably. Before he knew who it was he locked eyes with her and the wind teased the air from parted lips with hushed gusto.

He was hardly rendered breathless by recognition.

Spring had been good to her was the first thought to cross by, a wandering gaze undeniably interested in her—her wellbeing notwithstanding, she did not strike him to be one to lay to waste—and with some minute, rapid fire deciding it was undeniably her and not a doppelganger. Though her sisters and she were eeriely alike, he had not forgotten the differences among them, chiefly being that she had not gone through to put her teeth to him as another would. An ear turned as thunder rumbled again, this time more remote than before. The storm would not abate for a while yet, but it was secondary to what rose to the forefront in his mind. A broad smile bloomed across his features, ever thin-lipped and gently pursed but nonetheless as she would care to remember him; it was knavish as the glow of his gaze and the words that sprang to life off tongue tip.

"A sight for sore eyes, am I? You look rather ravishing yourself, the storms be damned," and a pause slipped in. Raindrops splattered against his muzzle as he drew it up to regard her better, ever mindful, and felt a burn he likened to having missed her. She was far more put together than he was and he wouldn't have had it any other way. After all, she was ever keen to preen until every hair had its proper place, but perhaps that was only a slight embellishment. The wilds had not had their way with her as they had him and he thought it only added to his charm... a charm which had no problem finding a place to take root as he narrowed the distance between them.

On hushed notes he concluded, "but then again I cannot think of a time when you didn't."