Neverwinter Forest When I was a child, I heard voices

she knew this forest like her own blood and spirit.

she knew she might like to know him very much the same.

every warning ever given before, any promises made. all of it suddenly washed away when she was aglow in his warm embrace. her kingdom was his presence, was the new world he had brought along with him. a whole new reality.

yet all she knew was him.

eyes only for him, her scent being muddied by his prolonged presence and time spent, her ears only hearing his voice. she knew now that if she had seen him at the great hunt, she would have remembered him. she might have very well brought him before the camp moonglow then and there.

now she knew him here.

wayward and alone together.

how terrible a forest. for all it took, for all it gave back in return.