Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

a rune. for protection, she said. ranveigh stared at it, pulling it closer and running her nails over the delicate carvings. slowly, a smile crept up her cheeks.

i will have to make you something in return, then, pangur, her tail thudded softly against the undergrowth. this is... it's very sweet of you. i'm ranveigh, by the way.

ranveigh felt a sudden onslaught of guilt. a strange kind of guilt, one that made her feel antsy. she didn't know how to make a rune, let alone something as precious and unique as this! her thoughts visibly raced behind her eyes. she needed to repay her somehow.

then the cogs turned in just the right direction. she didn't know how to make a rune — but she could pick flowers.

would you like to go for a walk with me?