Neverwinter Forest And staying forever

Of ice and chills, but the doll felt of fire, a burning passion of desire. She knew of the raging months that swarms the woman, but the last event she hide away within the gardens. However on this year, there was none to protect the maiden.. Except for one, to whome she could rely on. With the belief he was one of her's, someone from the same place, Miriam sought of the warrior, Mal.

The day felt of a blur and she carried herself with weighted paws, prowling forth to one of the Horned God's warriors- she needed help. There was a few faces that came to her mind, of the male variety, but only one was near, and was sure to help overall. After all, that was what the warriors of the God would do, to protect their maidens from the outsiders. 

There he was.

But the words wouldn't come out, only a foward toward him.