Neverwinter Forest moon spirits

She was close, the warmth of her on his ear.

His body dared to tremble beneath it all. Confused, flustered, frustrated. Not anger, he remembered telling Kukutux.

That had been about Lótë, but here was Keyni.

Never anger.

He did not have words for her. He never had the right words and slowly but surely he wondered if words had ever been worth learning.

Tentatively, he moved to brush a shoulder along her side. Invitation and acceptance all in one.