Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

This is such a terrible idea. God, this is stupid. Sarah was dismayed at Gannet's choice of question, but, what did he know really. And since she wanted to hate him just a while longer she put an effort and thought hard. Apart from travelling in early youth and her brief run with Terance after they had become a year old, she had not seen much of the world. She had lost her brother in a severe storm and returned home and had been surprised not feel disappointed. Glad actually. She had tried, she had failed only to realize that she was not much of an adventurer in her heart after all. She had felt best at her home, surrounded by her family. And then everything had been taken away and she had not cared about any place. Had hardly noticed the territories she had crossed, until the day Terance had found her by the riverside. 

Gannet shared his experience readily, she drew the silence between them longer, searching for an answer still, though it was already there on the tip of her tongue. "Home," she let it slip away and, as it happened the watery substance that sadness consisted of began to quench the raging fire of hate inside her. No, no, no... she protested feebly against this change, knowing the fabric of this emotion all too well.