Neverwinter Forest there's no crowds in the street,

same ;;

lucky for him, i do not falter, the man shot back, a smirk upon his maw as he rose a single brow, curious of this woman, now, and what getting to know her might entail. a lady of humour, it seemed, welcoming his jesting and returning it with a tease of her own. but there is something that flickers across her expression, a wave upon the sands as the tide begins to rear forwards. he pulls forwards, then, following.

her steps were quick, prompting for her to gain ground quickly, standing a few paces ahead of him as the guardian took his time, careful, as if stalking his prey. shoulders rolled and steps were precise, though he wore a simple, pleasant expression, drawing towards her with heavy steps, akin to the saunter of a lion. i am aware of their intentions, came her voice, and then a shake of her blue head as she seemed to push an image, a thought away from her mind. and she asked him, then, if he prayed for his future.

sometimes, he answered, thoughtful, growing close enough, now, for their breaths to mingle. he watched her with scarlet eyes, and gave a curious blink before the following words came: most of my prayers are for others, typically not myself, was it selfless, or was it careless? though he gave the typical prayer every night to keep his connection, his faith, he rarely prayed for little else to enter his life, more-so trying to reaffirm the health and the well-being of the wolves around him. he hummed, then.

touching his nose to hers, a gentle, cold kiss, he whispered. do you pray for yours?