Neverwinter Forest penny jar

It had been days since Wilwarin had visited the village that had been her birth home; she thought of it often with love, with pride, and with the ache in her heart of any teenager freshly removed from a space they were most familiar with. The forest was beautiful too - it was familiar because that was what Lote and the others were turning it in to. It would be home, some day. Wilwarin was dedicated to be of help to her family. Yes, she pined for the old days — but Neverwinter was not so far from the village, and those that colonized it now were the means to bridging a connection.

With this hope in her heart, Wilwarin could banish the nervous feelings away. She followed the tutelage of her mother — the paths laid by her paws — and took to monitoring the borders with a vigilance that before, would have been ill-fitting to the dove. It was during one of these patrols that Wilwarin spotted a familiar face.

Keyni! The girl mouthed from the shadows of an oak tree, arriving upon the scene a touch out of breath; this did nothing to ease the energy coursing her body. There was no mistaking Keyni for anyone else. Wilwarin did not realize the other was hunting, only that she stalked along with her posture lower than usual - and being excited, Wilwarin overlooked the obvious.

As Wilwarin approached she likely made enough noise to spook Keyni's target and yet, was oblivious to the fact.

Have you come to visit? Asking in the wordless way of her's.