Neverwinter Forest lxvii. hey, pretty mama don't leave me like that

Vairë’s sleep had been..troubled, as of late. The deer haunted her dreams, fleeting in the corners of her vision, but when she turned to look, he would be gone, fleeing into the brush. Old Doe was sometimes there, but she remained in the distance, sadly, watching as wolf and deer gave chase again and again.

As such, when her mother woke her, Vairë almost dipped right back into sleep. She managed to hang on, perhaps by a looser thread than she would have if she was more well rested, but the fawn managed to gather her gangly limbs into something resembling standing, and pushed herself to follow behind the dove.

Her beige pelage was swept by the winds as she followed Lótë into the valley beneath their high tower, casting a gaze over her shoulder once, before following in silence.

She only spoke when they got to the abandoned ulax, her eyes trailing over the remnants of people she had never known, and would never know. Her breath came in short, for a time, before her voice escaped her finally.

Who…were they? Do you know?