Neverwinter Forest tiny dots on an endless timeline

Sólhárr's reassurances were like a balm to her tender heart. She believed him, always, and now was no different. Even as her own paranoia pulled at the dark corners of her mind, she believed him. It's one of the reason's she had followed after him when he left home. Melisande had always known that she would follow him and provide whatever guidance and support she could. She was just lucky that it had come quickly and with no shed blood. 

The longer he spoke, the more her tail wagged in response. Of course she was being silly. How daft of her to let herself get lost in her thoughts as she had. Callyope seemed kind, most of their interests were shared, and Sólhárr had obviously deemed her worthy of being in his life. You're right. I will ask her when I see her next! Melisande's smile heard in her excitable voice. 

His teasing brought a laugh bubbling to her lips, light and airy. She nudged him back, her movements fluid like the stream bubbling along beside them. If she falls for my charm, it will be because she needs a break from your hovering, she teased in return playfully, tongue poking past her lips. “But thank you, Sólhárr. I’ll try. For her, and for you.”


Her steps matched his, her movements steady now, carried by a fragile but growing confidence. The Whispering Pools revealed themselves then. Energy thrummed through her, the prospect of a new friend filling her with new ideas. She knew now that  Sólhárr's wellbeing wouldn't be her own prayer whispered to the vivid blue waters.