Neverwinter Forest Places far away and we're not you and me, but

Frustration filled him when he was denied her attention. His only solace was that his presence had inspired a reaction at all; he considered this a kind of interaction, even if they were still much too far from one another.

He considered whether or not he would go to her. There was a chance that, once he drew near, she would soften her stance. There was a greater chance, he felt, that he would inspire still more violence in her. He was prepared to face it if it would burn out quickly, but he sensed a strange mood in her, lately. If this led to a true fight, he wasn't sure what he would do.

It was the problem with the spar all over again. Catamaran wanted to win, but usually, winning meant he was left living and his opponent was not. These gentler dealings had far less certain outcomes.

"Has Callyope come to you, yet?" he asked, testing the waters from afar.