Neverwinter Forest giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon

The Shadow's attempts at nonverbal communication-- his sharp inhale, the knit of his brow, shifting away a few paces-- all of these were subtleties to which Dash was completely and utterly oblivious. If the Shadow forfeited his chance to speak, then Dash would simply take the opportunity to continue doing so.

"What do you think makes some of them so bright, like that one?" Dash gestured up in the direction of Mars, happy-go-lucky smile still plastered across his features. As he spoke, he reclined onto his haunches to relieve some of the pressure in his craned neck.