Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

Set on the 13th.

There was something about this place.

It fed Ico's soul in the same way the rain nourished the Earth. His brief home in Sunsprire Mountains had been grand but wholly insecure, while his home before that — Bearclaw Valley — had possessed a loveliness he'd barely been able to notice, such had been the atmosphere of woebegone tension. But Neverwinter Forest was somehow both sturdy and delicate, haunting beauty woven among trees that seemed as ancient as the mountains.

Night had fallen. Ico had been welcomed into the pack that very evening, and now he crept through the dusk with a mix of curiosity and hushed respect, peering up at the evergreens, russet eyes wide for a glimpse at the wolves he knew were lurking beneath the dark canopy.