Neverwinter Forest Gathering what's given

“The frost is remorseful this year,” she replied in soft agreement, voice touched with quiet gratitude. She plucked a small sprig with care, setting it gently aside as she continued to sift through the foliage.

Rising to her full height, Íruna glanced back at Y’var’la, lavender eyes meeting her sharp stare. “Perhaps it’s a sign,” she added lightly, a joyful lilt to her voice, though she never expected much. Her tail flicked behind her as she turned her attention back to the plants. “We may thank the Vættir for their favor.”

She crouched again, her movements unhurried, methodical.

“There’s more here than I thought,” she noted, voice softer now, mostly to herself. “Enough for what I need, and then some. Would you carry some, Y'var'la?”

She turned back, soft eyes upon the other woman.