Neverwinter Forest bad

Where had she come from? The thought of home eased her mind, soothed her; a balm to her burnt to ashes soul. Why had she left, again? She couldn't remember. Somewhere west of the Neve Valley. A place called Boulder Forest. It was nearly literally that; an age-old landslide caused boulders to dot a coniferous forest (trees healed, and young) nearly everywhere. The land was flat, and nice. It was around the Salvajes, but not too close to have faced the wrath of Nova Mountain, a place her mother had told her of. But she had moreso heard of Winterheart Forest. A place her mother was heir to. It is ashes, now, but by the time your grandchildren have grandchildren, perhaps our Endore's will again make the place up...

Her mother had expressly told her that she was an Endore. Takanami was the name of a grandfather she had never met. But she was a traditionalist; she decided to take his name on by choice, though she acknowledged more her Endore roots. Speaking Spanish, for instance, and being... well, herself.

You? She asks then, eyes once unknowingly focused upon the earth rising to meet his brows, not wanting to offend by looking him in the eye.