Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

Y’var’la had seen the man much before he saw her, half-lidded eyes assessing the stranger as he made his way along the borders. Her presence was deliberately obscured, concealed among the thick foliage. She’d been careful not to trespass, yet close enough to observe and—if he noticed her—let him know she was there, unbothered by the consequence.

Her posture was relaxed, though her gaze tracked his every movement with meticulous precision. As he paused, nostrils flaring to catch the faintest thread of her scent. So, he’d noticed. Good.

“Lost something?” Her voice cut through the quiet, low and edged with dry amusement, though she made no attempt to step fully into view. Instead, she let her words linger, a subtle provocation wrapped in velvety nonchalance. Y’var’la took a slow, deliberate breath, eyes never leaving the male as she awaited his response, her posture poised yet thoroughly unimpressed.

His intentions would soon reveal themselves—whether he was here to guard his borders like a good soldier or if curiosity might drive him closer to the mystery she’d purposefully presented.