Neverwinter Forest vi. not too cold,

lótë laughed with heph -- a light, airy tendril of something warm curling into her chest. it found a home there, amidst the darkness. 

it had been far too long since she had a friend to speak with, laugh with.

"we have a few fables of the sort," she chortled softly as memories of her father's amusing tales and the jest-filled songs of her people swam through her mind hazily. "kukutux has many more stories than i. i am sure samani has heard them. perhaps you might hear one from her that you would like to paint. either way, i much look forward to teaching you."