Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

ranveigh had been guarding. as was her promise.

forneskja was massive and protected by woodland so dense one can barely see the sky above in certain parts of it. ranveigh used this to her advantage. she blended in with the shrubbery and stayed quiet, lingering near the outskirts of the pines.

it was a slow day. her only companions for the first several hours of her morning were the chirruping winter birds, conversing amongst themselves while leaving her to wonder. until, very suddenly, she wasn't alone.

hallo! ranveigh whirled around with a clenched fist, fully prepared to lob it at what she was assuming to be an intruder, until she actually saw who it was that stood behind her. a twiggy blonde girl, beaming at her with a sugary sweet grin. she had brought her a welcome gift.

ranveigh's eyes blew to an astronomic proportion. when was the last time she had received a gift?

thank you, she mumbled, scrambling to return the smile and stop staring like a dumbass. she glanced down at the token and tilted her head politely. what is it?