Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

trade: counselor

it was begrudging footsteps that approached him, and the guardian supposed that was fair, considering the shade of the sky and the twinkling of the starlight above the treeline.

when he turned his dark head, he spotted blonde furs, and thought for a moment that it may be catamaran, but as his eyes adjusted to the shadows, he noticed it was eydís, the woman who he had not quite gotten along with the first time they had met. something he was keen to make right, considering his newest revelation.

hello, eydís, he murmured, then. a flick of his tail invited her further towards him, should she wish, but he did not mind her presence beyond the treeline. you do not like the stars ; stay within the trees, if you wish. though i would not advocate against your proximity. he turned his face away from her, then, nosing at the moonflowers.

a moment or two would pass before he would speak once more: you are up late. do you wish to talk? about anything, he wanted to say. maybe your paranoia. but he stayed quiet for now, instead letting her come to him. the virtue of patience.