Neverwinter Forest Smiling Faces

She came to find second-mother.

The forest was empty. Faded scents. She had only panic for this. Lótë could not be found in any of the crevices of the woods. Her cousin could not be found either.

They had all gone.

Everyone was leaving. First Mo, now second-family.

But here was a hunter, haunting the woods like they belonged. Tears stung at the child's eyes — to see a phantom figure where her family should be.

You!

She did her best to be fierce, but her voice trembled as she stared down the woman.