Swiftcurrent Creek Light will blind us in time

Morwenna moved with a lightness in her step, her gaze sweeping across the forest floor as she gathered herbs, the scents of earth and greenery swirling around her. The winter months were approaching, and she was determined to stock up on the health salves her pack would need to endure the chill. As she worked, her keen eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure moving through the brush.

Morwenna stepped through the undergrowth with an effortless grace. The woman bore an air of elegance, and Morwenna couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. I believe your name is Reverie, she offered, her voice warm and inviting. Morwenna, she'd introduce back.

With a gentle smile, Morwenna turned to a small hovel beside them, rummaging through her makeshift den. She pulled out a leaf with a ground up concoction she's been working through. I’d like to offer you this as a welcome gift—a health salve I've crafted. It’s particularly beneficial for winter ailments. A little protection against the chill, if you will. She nudged the leaf towards Reverie, her eyes reflecting a genuine kindness, though kept her distance. It seems you've traveled a long way.

Morwenna paused, allowing Reverie a moment to take in the offering, her own curiosity piqued by the enigmatic presence of the woman who seemed to carry both grace and an undercurrent of strength.