Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

"Fish are harder to come by, when it becomes cold," Sarah explained. "I don't know for sure, what happens to them during winter, but they disappear somewhere," which was true, but then another episode from her early life came to her mind. After a very harsh and cold winter, spring had come and there had been a small forest lake, which's surface had been full of dead fish. Sarah had not asked for reasons why, she had eaten them until she did not wish to see any in her life. But, perhaps, such phenomenon would happen now. Would be very useful with all that had been happening.

"You will have to move then," Sarah told her. "You have been nomad before. It's not that bad as it sounds. It's... good to change the scenery and not get too attached to one place." It was true. The home was, wherever your family (in the broadest sense) was. Location did not matter that much. It was just a place.