Firefly Glen and up above show the way

atausiq offers her a sage nod of his head in farewell, tail swaying against his hocks; only to feel the tension shoot thru him like a bow string suddenly pulled taunt as starts out calling him something else, catches herself and then calls him 'atausiq'. he watches her go in a stunned silence, in a mixture of suspicion and a little bit of horror that he tries to convince himself is nothing. it was clear from her dialect that she was still getting used to speaking common, or at the very least that it wasn't her native tongue.

it'd been a mistake.

she hadn't been about to call him 'newt'.

he was just being paranoid.

despite the feeble attempts to convince himself as he turns back towards the heart of neverwinter forest, atausiq cannot entirely shake the icy feeling of dread that pools in the pit of his stomach.