Neverwinter Forest a glimpse of the other world (wizard’s tower)

Her breath came in a fog. It did not bellow from her nose like those of the reindeer in winter, clouds of great steam like a train existed in their chest, nor did it slip from her in song like that of the slowly reviving birds.

No, her breath left her like that of a plant. Entirely unseen, but growing anew.

She wanted to question, to demand he explain this Heavenly Father. The only father Vairë had ever known had been Aiolos, sunman to moonwoman, father of herself and her siblings. To Vairë, a Heavenly Father was just a father, with an odd sort of title. What was he to this man with a name like that? Sunman? Moonwoman? Both? Neither?

Instead of the burning curiosity in her chest, in her mouth, snaking beneath her tongue so it ached when she moved it, she spoke.

Qaĝaasakung. I thank you. Vairë said, forcing a smile onto her face.

I am one they call Vairë, of the village Moonglow. You?