Neverwinter Forest yes, i'm a mess

The density of forest reminded her of home comfort. Vaermina had sought shelter among its trees to avoid the biting Winter winds, finding herself appreciative of the dim light. The scent of frosted pine was pleasant, and the raveness took her time trying to uncover whatever secrets the woods may keep.

She became aware that she was not alone as she roamed, and lifted her clearwater eyes to look upon a silverwhite figure who nosed at the forest floor and moved almost silently on nimble paws. Vaermina allowed herself a moment to admire the stranger's pale beauty; only dark coats lived among Cheydinhal, and these foreign hues fascinated her.