Neverwinter Forest atoningwishes

Y’var’la met his gaze without hesitation. There was no question in her mind about what he meant—no mistaking the weight of his challenge. She had known this moment was coming, could feel it pressing against her like the cold wind at her back. She had been excited for it.

The snow swirled around them, a silent audience. Her lips curled slightly at the edges, the challenge he laid out before her only sharpening her resolve.

"Yes." she replied smoothly, assured. Her gaze never wavered from his, the cold gleam of her eyes reflecting a quiet, dangerous promise. Her tail flicked behind her as though echoing her words.

She could feel the shift in the air, the slow weight of expectation. "What must I do?"