Neverwinter Forest Tempest

she is working on a delicate task when her attention fluttered. a shifting of the winds, a moving of the local herd. she could not say what compelled her to move.

she had given up asking such a thing.

here was a woman. grown and touched by things callyope could not imagine. scars that were not like those of a seal hunter. things scattered and fading.

callyoped wanted to resurface them for their stories, selfishly.

welcome, the other woman seemed as if she was leaving. she wished for her to stay.