Silverlight Terrace Finding my way…. Eventually

"Well, in that case - congratulations on making it, The Wolf of the Wilds," Dwin told him, smiling and made something like a respectful bow. "The best months of the year are yet to come," she told, looking around at the first green grass and blooming flowers here and there. It was still a bit cold and at times she felt as if the season itself was dragging its feet and being inconsistent in, what it wanted to be this year. But maybe it was Dwin's own lack of resolve, when to make that big move, that gave an impression that the time was passing by very slowly. 

She let the remark about her beauty slide - sure, it was flattering, but she had never been the one to look for confirmation of her own value in other people's eyes. "So - tell me, where did you go and what did you see? Who did you meet, after all?" she asked. "I've been cooped up in my corner of the woods all winter long, seeing the same people and faces."