Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

An afternoon thunderstorm drove him to the forest bearing familiarity of the highest sort, but realization had set in long before that in all actuality. He had felt a moth drawn by flame as dawn broke, the jarring sight of distant yet not so distant mountains playing anchor on the horizon further down along the river. Where he had not placed much stock into what he had recognized before, far too caught up in the proverbial bombshell @Nyx had laid out, he now knew he had come full circle of sorts from where he had once gone.

So how fitting it was by the afternoon, that he would find himself seeking refuge beneath the evergreens once again. They did little to hush the rumble of unhappy skies and groaning gusts of wind, but he found the protection they did offer to be more of the drier variety. Lingering along the fringes of the forest, it was with a squinted gaze he searched for his sister briefly, but gave up the quest shortly thereafter—she was smart enough to seek shelter on her own, and thus had not followed him as far as he could tell. Though he made means to rejoin her later, his ranging grew farther and farther at times, the pair working independently as much as they did together. Whether or not that was for the better he could not have said, but he had little desire to stray from her permanently of his own accord.

Turning his focus away from the outer limits and storm, he hastily made his way inward through the ferns. Notably soaked, he shook the lingering water from himself more than once; the canopies could only hold off so much of the rain so unfortunately, he would not be drying so quickly. It did little to dampen his motivation as he went along, his thoughts shifted well past his sister and the storm to something he hadn't entertained in many days—@Hydra. With the span of mountains that housed Moonspear so close, it was a not an easy topic to bypass, and he wondered what had become of her since they had parted.

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