Neverwinter Forest There once was songbird, struck songless

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He was a guardian in the way he moved and spoke. But was he a guardian for her or the forest she wasn't sure. They handled the forest like broken glass. But the thing with broken glass you got cut. So you needed to handle the glass before it broke.

She did not seek his approval or his gaze again. She began to weave throughout the groves. Snatches of different songs coming and cycling as she walked. A deep humming for the trees. The high pitched whistling buzz for bees. A quiet steady hum for the ground itself. So many sounds belonged to this forest and she loved them all.