Neverwinter Forest Tempest

Callyope of Moongrove; it sounded almost unreal. Too good to be true, perhaps? A peaceful place, a welcoming place where she might begin anew —

Storm cast those thoughts away with teeth pressed sharply into her own tongue. Very far, She agreed with a nod. Thank you.

I'll stay a few days. Nothing more. There are no new beginnings on this path. The moss was soft against worn, rough pads. Did she deserve that small comfort? Tell me about Moongrove.