Neverwinter Forest trinkets

taktu þessa hluti, farðu langt.

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never before had she been so far. each step was new and each pushing breeze carried new scents. she grew tired — for perhaps the hundredth time — by the time she found forest covering.

so many gathered here, she could tell in the thick of scents.

her thin limbs became rooted to the spot. uncertain if it was worth calling or if she would be best suited scurrying along to the next gathering. she thought she could hear her mother's soft tsk. her narrow head turned side to side, looking for something that was not there.

she set down the rather tattered looking raccoon fur. the only thing left after her long walk. whatever had once been carried in it had been traded, stolen or lost.

yet it held something none could take — memories of home.

her head tilted back. eyes fixed on the winter canopy that loomed above this forest. the cold wind nipped at her nose, it tried to tussle the clumps of travel-beaten fur.

finally she called for someone.

@Solharr but AW too!