Neverwinter Forest Gathering what's given

Y’var’la’s ears twitched at Íruna’s teasing, but she didn’t respond immediately, letting the words linger like a faint echo in the crisp air. Her sharp gaze tracked Íruna’s hurried strides, a flicker of curiosity breaking her otherwise stoic demeanor.

“You’re quick to embrace what you seek,” Y’var’la remarked, her tone laced with a faint, almost imperceptible amusement. She stood a few paces away, her head tilting slightly as she observed the way Íruna’s paw brushed over the foliage, delicate and reverent.

The smile lighting up Íruna’s face struck her like a flash of warmth cutting through the cool detachment she wore. It was... pleasant, though Y’var’la would never admit such a thing outright.

“You’ve found your yarrow,” Y’var’la said, her voice quieter now, almost contemplative. "It seems the frost hasn’t claimed everything yet." Her gaze lingered on the small patch of green before shifting back to Íruna.