Neverwinter Forest moon spirits

Through jade eyes she examined him closely. Listening, while the air around her grew quieter. In these few, yet significant seconds, she understood that he was a man of few words. Not by choice. More so by nature. Keyni was more verbal, not as feral. But that didn't mean she could adapt for him.

Lightly, she bumped a midnight shoulder with her own again. A show of support. "Believe it or not, I understand." She muttered softly, quietly. "The season has a way of showing us new feelings." She would know. Her mind had been on much more...personal matters lately than was typical of her.

"You care for Lote greatly. Her and I...we are like sisters. She asked me to watch over and raise Fjall, like a second mother." She offered. Well aware now of Makan's preference for non verbal communication, she looked at him another time. "Do not feel the need to respond to all that I say. Sometimes...just listening is more than enough." She provided, hopeful she made him feel eased, not forced, into engaging her while she conversed. A spark of energy flew through her. Dropping down slightly, quickly, she tried to invite him into play. To run with her through the dark.