Phoenix Maplewood Most disputes die and no one shoots

It was a good question, though she was certain her brother had always been this observant. The question asked she could not answer with certainty, for the answer was more of a feeling - a moment where thoughts and destinies collided to form a plan so brilliant - radiant even - that one could not easily ignore it. Oh, it was... She replied again, the same dreamy tone in her voice. Something urged me to return here - perhaps to build something of my very own. She had expressed her desires that, if no place matched the one in her dreams and memories, she would simply have to create it herself to the painted lady she'd met on the emberflame ridge. The fae's feelings about it were stronger than ever, burning within her elder soul, and were not about to change.