Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

trade: counselor

you do not have to talk. he said, then, rising from his place by the boulder with a shadowy grace. his figure, though large, well-muscled, rose with a shadowesque grace. he nipped a flower from its stem, holding it in his teeth ; and he would turn, then, delivering it to the woman within the treeline. a gift.

he dropped it a few ways in front of her, sitting back on his haunches. but i will listen, should you wish. i am here for your comfort, and he would push the flower forwards, then, using a single dark paw. a gentle nod, looking from the woman her sage green eyes to the pale, almost shimmering, trumpet-shaped plant ; humming.

do you like it? he murmured, almost absent-mindedly, though when crimson eyes flickered back up to her, they spoke of something different. of a quiet study of character. watchful and observant, though gently squinted with the slightest curve of his maw: a soft, welcoming smile. and he looked back down to it then.

he wanted her to come to her own conclusion.