Neverwinter Forest rikkefaul

he beckoned her to the water, and so she slipped free of the soil beneath her toes and found the sting of winter's water upon her ankles. 

there is some hesitancy in her steps, the bite of the crisp stream cutting a look of winded shock across her features as she wallowed in the shallows. the yearling had been born to southern water much warmer than this, and it is evident in the way her lungs fill with what she feared might be her last breath. 

but the last it was not, the veiled bath now brushing against her stomach in gentle laps as the muck of a prior day's work washed free of her legs. she looked upon solharr then, wishing that the mist might yet reveal him as a nymph so that she could ask of him to warm the waters.