Neverwinter Forest guide me to shelter

if these things were new to her, she hid her learning behind kind eyes.

máni. mother and goddess. there was a warm delight within her at these things. moon villages had stood long before these wolves had gathered here in the forests.

i can see it within you.

my mother is called moonwoman. if there was a trace of humor in her voice, it was soft and fleeting. how fitting then, no? her eyes left his face to follow where his own gaze had gone. up, up, up. gazing into the moonlight and finding how nice it was that it did not blind them like the sun.

do you worship máni? altars and offerings?