Neverwinter Forest kill the messenger

content, nephele replies. it is not the same thing as happy, arktos thinks, would argue but doesn't. not yet. instead, he is quieted as she continues, adding that she has found it fading and left contemplating these words. his first impression is not great, admittedly; to arktos, it had been left wanting.

he shifts his weight, moss green gaze leaving her face to scan the trees behind her. shadows flirted with the sunshine that managed to break thru the prison of green above.

what was on his mind?

the branching possibilities. decisions and consequences. but he wasn't done feeling out her true thoughts and feelings, yet. thus, wasn't ready to choose his path, to divulge on what he was thinking as it was far from singular.

what drew you to morningsong in the first place? arktos asks, tipping his chin down towards her; moss gaze heavy upon her.