Neverwinter Forest Preposterous!

Another step brought him closer, and the sleeping poet in him woke, perhaps roused by her beauty. Sunset's reflection across pristine snowbanks; the pale autumn fluff of dandelions silhouetted by light. A bright winter morning. A flame flickering in a snowstorm.

Or just a beautiful woman. Fable blinked, a little starstruck by his own romantic musings. Tell me about it? He invited, tail sweeping round his legs as he sat. His gaze was filled with earnest curiosity — and perhaps something more, but for now it only manifested as warmth and sincerity in his words.