Neverwinter Forest Fly me higher and higher and higher

Pangur drifted around the homestead, a hum filling the air whereever she walked; she was in high spirits today! Her leg finished with the labour of healing, now she had merely to wait for her fur to regrow in the places claws had torn away. Winter had swallowed the forest, though it remained green in the face of it all; and thank the gods for such a thing! Whipping winter winds were not quite so biting with the dense forest took the brunt of it. This enclave where they all gathered, it was a sancturary.

Pangur had slept outside, beneath the company of the stars and in the eyes of the gods, but it was chilly! and her decision to stay meant she would have to find some place to make her own. A little den, maybe close to the other women. 

A cozy tree burrow, she only had to dig a little bit of snow out of it before it was cleared; she would need pelts to soften the frozen ground, but for now, the simple covering of old tree was plenty fine for Pangur. 

Now to pretty the place up. Pangur sat back on her haunches, staring at the opening with a crooked head, making her plans.

crashing this :)

pangur's continued stay brought her great joy.

she felt lightened by the more bodies that made forneskja home. so perhaps it was of no surprise that she came now with gifts. intent to make sure that pangur felt truly welcomed, that she did not think her company was kept only for healing.

with her was a rabbit pelt.

it was simple, but it was meant to be a start. either as something to drape over herself or as a thing to be laid down for enjoyment.

carefully she laid it down and spoke —

maybe i can help?

yippee!

Pangur flicked an ear first, though the crane of her neck was quick to follow suit. Her features pulled back into a cheery grin. Seiðkona! Good morning! she greeted with a wave of her tail, early morning frost materializing as the breath left her jaws in misty puffs. She nodded, a twinkle of excite flickering in her gaze. I would be glad for it! 

Hazel eyes scanned over the makeshift den, and blonde paws carried her to it, pattering against the packed ground. Do you think the spot is okay? I wanted to be close to Heimtre, and to the other women. You are not using this for anything, no?

pangur, bright and brilliant.

even when she had been freshly wounded by feline claws the woman had been nothing but charming. this must be preserved, nurtured, built upon. the Seiðkona did not wish for such to wilt like a flower in winter.

a soft shake of her head to signal no.

its only use will be to house the lovely pangur! she decided. and this rabbit pelt. if you do not choose it to sit on shoulders instead. it is only a start to what riches you might have in your place.

she must send men hunting, or scouts out trading. in this way she would be able to decorate the women she adored.

so, you like the other women? her voice dropping into the soft whisper of sisters gossiping. the smile on her face curving with delight.

Wonderful! She had gotten a blessing for this place, a cutesy hideaway, come summer it would be colorful and bright at her hand. Her chest felt a warmth within at the proclamation, and she listened while Seiðkona's honeyed voice spoke of riches. She let a light laugh fall from her jaws, humility a reflex Riches? ah- but I have no need for so much...

and yet the playful glimmer in her eyes said otherwise. 

I do. She said, low and giddy, she leaned down and took the rabbit hide across her shoulder. There is more to find in common, I think. We help each other in ways the men cannot, also. light paws lifted and fell in slow, easy rhthym while she sat back. I have met only Y'var'la, Eydis, and yourself, but I do hope to speak with the others, I would hear their stories, when they are not so busy. Her tail drifted across the frost-touched ground. Ah! But I still only know you as Seiðkona! You have another name? May I call you it?

It felt easy, speaking here like this, all the weightlessness of dancing on clouds.