Neverwinter Forest guide me to shelter

beneath the moon, she came to life. a ghostly figure when its light caught along her hairs, when it pierced through shadows to find her.

she could never hide from the moon.

it was in her blood.

she wondered if this man, too, felt some call. a natural pull that she read too deep into? it was her duty and right to read into these moments. to parse them through eyes that saw more than just the simple world.

foxfur rested upon her shoulders, composed and patient she had become in stance.

does she call you?