Neverwinter Forest when i saw you in the morning

touch you? she asked, guide you? liliana continued parroting her mother, choosing words from spoken phrases to mold into rhetorical questions. the dynamic of light and dark was interesting to the young maiden, despite her inability to truly understand; for now, her knowledge of the religion was seed hardly planted.

her mother went onto explain cold and warm, two things which liliana was more familiar with. another breeze blew into their den from outside, giving her a harsh reminder of how unforgiving the darkness could be. moses light? she asked, canting her head upward for a better look at miriam.

abba — her father — light? more names came, though they were whispered and hardly intelligible.