Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

"Oh," she said, finally realizing where exactly Thuringwethil meant. There may have been a note of disappointment in her tone, but it was more out of inherent remnants of the confusion she had up until then. It seemed so obvious now where the other meant, at least as best as she could guess. The squat little mountain volcano thing, maybe. The thing that looked like it wasn't exactly on the glacier, but past it. It made more sense that she would be there, versus on the ice.

She didn't spend too much time thinking about it anyway, since distraction came in the form of a question that she instantly caught the intent of. "Oh, well, nowhere in particular. I like to wander," she said with a roll of her shoulders. It was her wandering that was bound to get her into trouble eventually, but at least she was being forward about what she was up to. "Guess it's just something I do, anyway," she added on uselessly.