Neverwinter Forest wallflower

y’var’la had watched the girl's approach from the edge of the gathering, her own position carefully chosen where shadow clung and voices quieted. the others were too wrapped in their celebrations to notice, but y'var'la did.

her own posture was poised, almost aloof, though the flick of her tail betrayed her interest. she often found herself skirting the edge of gatherings, just as this girl was, though not out of insecurity—no, her reasons were more deliberate. it was easier to assess others when they thought themselves unobserved.

the pale light of a stray sunbeam caught on the frost clinging to y’var’la’s fur as she stepped forward, paws sinking into the snow. though she moved toward the girl, she didn’t make a direct approach, instead angling herself slightly to the side, as though she might simply pass by.

“waiting for an invitation?” she asked, meeting her gaze with the faintest quirk in her brow.

she turned her attention toward the others in the clearing rather quickly, mirth untouched by the girl's hesitation. “you could stand here all day, and i don't they won’t notice until you freeze into one of the trees.” her tone softened, amused.