Neverwinter Forest vere dies

forneskja had gone from a bustling village to a quiet one. many faces, most of who the rekkr had never met, had gone. some she thought might return, others seemingly parted for good.

velia was not bothered by this in truth. the size of the village mattered little, for she'd always find company amongst the trees. and so that was where she sought companionship now as she tended to her garden, the chirping of birds in the trees cheering her on.

His younger sister’s defection disturbed Ipiktok. He was a man so bound by blood, heart, and spirit that it was impossible for him to imagine cutting ties so destructively.

What did her soul need that Moonglow couldn’t provide?

Couldn’t she see grandmother grew older by the season? Wasn’t it her responsibility - her birthright - to lead the Nuiruk clan?

These questions caused Ipiktok to recede into the deep caverns of his mind as he aimlessly walked down the generational hunting paths. So absorbed was he, that he scarcely noticed when he meandered into Forneskja.

Neverwinter forest had become quiet… a whisper.

But then -- somebody who wasn't of Moonglow's ranks. A familiar face from the drumming dance.

"Ah,-" Ipiktok huffed when he realized where he had accidentally wandered.