Neverwinter Forest There once was songbird, struck songless

There was a brief moment where irritation flashed into her eyes. That he should think she was not trained. Her father was all of these things. Had been training her to be the same since before she was able to leave the borders. He had told her countless stories.

I know how to shape words. I know how to use my body and my words to make your very soul ache and laughter flash across your face. I maybe young. But I know these things. My father made his living as a traveling storyteller, bard and healer. He has whispered the secrets to me before my eyes were opened.

She calmed herself took a deep breath. But I also know that no one is fully done learning. However I assure you. I have the framework for a well built foundation.

Now she wanted to prove that she could reach these lofty goals. She titled her head.

 For instance. You see a forest yes. I would tell you. *The pawsteps of the other were heavy and resolute. He held his head with noble bearing. The forest whispered. Bubbling voices weaved around his ears. The tiny fingers of wind weaved through his fur. Shadows danced along the forest floor mapping out a thousand tiny stars that winked in and out of existence as clouds covered the suns face.

And as she spoke. She contorted her paws her body as her father had taught her. A whisper of pawsteps. Dancing giggling face on the wind. Shadows of paws along spots on the forest floor.