Neverwinter Forest a whole new world

@Scimitar

The sun was just beginning to rise as they broke into the Teekon wilderness again and, more specifically, Neverwinter Forest. The taupe Eshe had been distracted nearly all their journey as she walked beside her mate, not behind or around or near but directly next to him, shoulder to shoulder. Eshe could not believe the way her life had turned out, and she could not be happier for it. But she was sensitive to his situation as well; he and Bazi had a family, and she would not forget that, or them. Eshe adored the cubs, and though her heart had once hurt to know they had existed—that Scimitar had not just a mate, but a family—the bruise had faded. Eshe had come to love each Frostfur, except for Bazi herself due to petty jealousy and the way Scimitar himself seemed to behave when the woman effected him.

Eshe had kept as well away as she possibly could when Scimitar informed her of the situation, but could not depart from him again entirely. Once he had told him of his life, Eshe had accepted it and spoke nothing of her obvious affections again. Though there was no questioning where her heart was, Eshe was a good subordinate. When she and Scimitar managed to have some time to themselves, there was that obvious tension between them—the kind that meant her feelings were not unrequited—that confused Eshe. It was deliciously unbearable, and she felt terrible for it. But not once did she try to pull him from Bazi, in case there was a time amends could be made. Eshe loved Scimitar, and so she did not even attempt to compete or compel him to be by her side so long as he and Bazi tried to make things right.

The day came when Bazi went into heat. Eshe knew that by default she too would go into heat if she lingered, and feared that she was in it when she confronted Scimitar, the way he looked at her and the way she burned for him. Inexperienced as she was Eshe could not have been certain, but she could not refuse her feelings any more: they fell from her tongue, and then she requested to be allowed to leave the Ridge until the (assumed) heat ended. Upon her return, Eshe was made aware that she was not alone in the way she felt.

Every single day as they journeyed this Winter, Eshe thought of the tide turning in her favor. Bazi had chased them away, consent enough for them to begin their courtship. And in no time at all, she was Eshe Frostfur.

Nothing made her so happy as Scimitar himself seemed to. And now her purpose was renewed! Eshe could not help but peer at him then, as lovestruck now as she was the very first day she had seen him. She felt she might throw up her heart at his feet as it rose in her throat, and Eshe could not withhold the smile. Her emotion came from her in waves, and when she turned her head, there before her stood another that she loved from the first:

Tall pinetrees of thick girth, weighted down by winters snow. The merciless onslaught of white against green only served the place in a positive fashion, and Eshe audibly gasped. She did not even know she stopped in her tracks to gaze at the place, framed perfectly in red and yellow as the sun glowed around it, its rays thrusting through the clouds. Scimitar! She breathed, as though he could not see it. She stared at Neverwinter Forest, the very place they had been looking for.