Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

why did she image the scent and taste of honey?

something sweet, but hard earned.

she realized now he carried marks of a hard life lived. they did not seem like the marks of a seal hunter, meant to leave a message of status or accomplishments. yet she imagined there might be stories buried underneath the scar tissue all the same.

she looked up without hesitation into the cold blue of his eyes.

she knew nothing other than what she saw.

they would ask a bride price for me, she whispered to him now. a smarter woman might have left his nearness. instead she sought to somehow press tighter to him now. any closer and —

unless you mean to steal.

her voice said nothing good or bad, it only simply was.