Neverwinter Forest Tempest

storm.

it fits, she thinks. the silvered hues like rain clouds. perhaps the scars are where lightning had struck. maybe the confidence in her figure is from the strength of her namesake. she forced herself to not stare any longer.

i am callyope. this will be moongrove.

one way or another, she thinks.

callyope was guiding her along a moss-ridden path towards the heart of the forest. where she had been working. where a ramskin laid and a meal had been half-prepared. she had not been expecting company, but she found herself grateful that she had made the place presentable by habit alone.

have you traveled far? if you have hunger or the want for rest, i welcome you to fix these things here.