Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

she kept coming back. she kept looking, she kept feeling the restless of the spirits. yet she had no want to truly return here for good. she walked through the overgrowth and mosses until it became too much to carry.

then she fled back home. she always did.

there was something here today. not the scent of panuk, not the crushing presence of a spirit. she wondered if rodyn had come back to see her or if another walked among what had once had a chance to be hers.

it couldn't be hers, not now.

warm hues dancing among tree trunks and new growth.

she did not know him. she only knew there was a distraction in this presence.

hello, her voice a wispy thing and she felt shivers of reluctance for allowing it to be heard.