Neverwinter Forest tassel

he came in close — her heart thumped wildly. suddenly more befitting doe than hawk. yet such nearness presented opportunity!

she wished to pluck loose fur. much like a nesting bird might do. as if intent on showing him that she could hawk in many ways.

perhaps for a spell! perhaps only for musing. she kept such very, very close to her own heart.

ylva, once of norðurslóða fjöll. arctic mountains! she missed them, the winter cradled her very being it seemed. now forneskja. for she carved out the future for herself now. no longer the youngest daughter in the shadows of older brothers and sisters.

and this woman thinks luhtar talks too much to be hunter.

yet it was clear that she obviously did not mind such.

only they were surely set to lose elk tracks soon. especially if she kept looking to his strong face and not the snowy grounds.