Neverwinter Forest well, I won't make it out alive

changes, changes, changes.

the world around her is busy and blooming! she cannot help but wonder how every woman before her had ever done it.

they had not done it alone, whispers something unknown.

i am not alone, either, whispered back her own heart.

the silence felt deafening in the moments that followed. the roots of heimtré sought to cradle and yet she knew if she allowed herself to lay among them like a babe, she might not rise for some hours. which meant there was a hefty sense of relief that washed over her when the call came.

quick, long strides bring her closer. through tree and brush cover to where he might better glimpse her.

you called, and she had answered.

standing tall, the image of patience.