Neverwinter Forest spiritus arbore

her enthusiasm was infectious, and though his expression remained composed, there was a flicker of something softer in the way his golden eye followed her movements.

hmm, he rumbled, stepping back slightly to give her room as she revealed the secret of the moss. the water that pooled beneath it glinted in the filtered light, a small marvel of the forest's ingenuity.

he lowered his head, sniffing the moss and the water it produced with mild interest before lifting his gaze back to her.

you know the forest well for your age, he remarked, his voice low but not unkind. how else do you survive alone? the question was genuine, a curiosity born of respect for her resourcefulness. he waited, giving her the space to share more if she wished, his towering frame relaxed yet attentive.