Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

Aunty Ari.

Her heart grew with a sudden ache. A roar of pain within her chest that she struggled to keep trapped. No longer a girl of grief, she wanted to laugh!

He spoke to me.

She did not like that he looked to the water. That he spoke of the white man she could only assume to be the hunter. Surely it was not the Tartok man, was it?

What did he say?

She composed herself and gave him only a thoughtful, sincere look.