The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

The forest he had suddenly found himself in was remarkably more comforting than the shadowy depths of Neverwinter. Although cluttered with fallen leaves, the grass that pushed its way between his toes made venturing through the wood much more pleasant (and easier). Rays of sunlight managed to peak through the branches that were organized overhead, illuminating the path before him. He was not particularly sure what his plans were – the land he had stumbled on so far had lit a fire under his wanderlust, and Styx was itching to explore more. There were still so many places he had left to explore before moving on, and the rogue was determined to see it all before deciding what the next chapter of his life was going to look like. A ghost of a smile hovered on his dark maw, seafoam gaze dancing around the wood as he took in all the different colours that surrounded him. This place was definitely one that the teenager was going to have to revisit before abandoning the area he had stumbled upon. He could only imagine what the forest would look like once the leaves began to turn and fall from their perches. Vibrant hues of yellow and orange would litter the grass, making it nearly impossible to see the chartreuse colour beneath. As the thought entered his mind, the corners of his lips upturned and his brows furrowed. He knew that after he had seen the rest of the land he would leave it behind – there was nothing keeping him here, therefore he had no reason to stay. While lost in the abyss of his mind, the long-legged hybrid collided with something – something furry and solid. A string of obscenities fell from his lips as a growl threatened to accompany them before that familiar scent slapped violently across his nostrils. Scrambling back from the chocolate female, a frown settled onto his lips before he could stop it from appearing. He felt his throat suddenly grow dry as he stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to say. Styx had not expected running into her once more – it was precisely why he had not gotten her name during their previous encounter. It was the silver-eyed girl who plagued his thoughts, frequently inhabiting the corners of his mind especially while he was trying to sleep. “Watch where you’re goin’, mudpie.” The words fell before he could stop them and he quickly replaced the frown with his typical cocky smirk, although he was desperately trying to avoid meeting her mercury gaze.