Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

this was no fire mother.

or three sisters.

it was good that it was not! otherwise she might have cried over things she could not speak. she might still cry, hidden in the circle of heimtré. she might bury a bone here to lay it all to rest.

only when she was ready, would she.

instead she only gazed upon it with love and fondness. for the land, for the man. it would have been all too easy to never utter another word again for the day. to lose herself in the winding ways of a women's ways. a place where none could reach her.

brought back to earth by his voice, by warmth.

she reached for him with gentle teeth, seeking to lightly pull upon a rugged tuft. kajuk! sly and sharp. she liked this and could not begrudge his burning desire! she'd rather that, she figured, than a stonewall.

all of them! all! she declared with brilliance. first you must teach me the greetings we will use. then common questions and their easy answers. always planning now, always lining up the things for a future secured. she could have no easy moments if this was to take root!