Neverwinter Forest warmth

winter swept the land in white and cold blues. snowflakes dance around her. her coat has gotten thicker, but her lips still tremble between each icy breath.

for just a moment, she was home.

one flake grazed the tip of her nose, and the shiver that it sent down her spine reorientated the distracted seer. the heimtré loomed large over her, as if to remind her of its presence. the white flowers of kvildlund surround her too, blending with the snow that escaped the protective shield of the hometree's arms. arms that embraced her, too.