Neverwinter Forest Fly me higher and higher and higher

pangur, bright and brilliant.

even when she had been freshly wounded by feline claws the woman had been nothing but charming. this must be preserved, nurtured, built upon. the Seiðkona did not wish for such to wilt like a flower in winter.

a soft shake of her head to signal no.

its only use will be to house the lovely pangur! she decided. and this rabbit pelt. if you do not choose it to sit on shoulders instead. it is only a start to what riches you might have in your place.

she must send men hunting, or scouts out trading. in this way she would be able to decorate the women she adored.

so, you like the other women? her voice dropping into the soft whisper of sisters gossiping. the smile on her face curving with delight.