Neverwinter Forest Gathering what's given

Y’var’la’s gaze flicked over Íruna as she fell into step behind her, unhurried as she kept pace, allowing the space between them to remain unbroken. A flicker of amusement crossed her features again at Íruna’s challenge, though it was fleeting.

“A fine approach,” Y’var’la echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the words themselves held a certain weight. “—if you’re willing to risk what you don’t know. ” Her tone was teasing, but there was an underlying edge of something else—curiosity, perhaps.

As they neared the clearing, Y’var’la’s gaze swept the horizon, a knowing look settling over her features as she caught sight of the faintest shimmer of green on the edge of the trees. "There. Your roots should be close."