Redhawk Caldera Turning purple at the dance evening

"Yeah, well, to make a deal you also have to like the person at least a little bit. OR... or be super desperate. But I was neither. Hungry though... I think that all of those heroic tales and legends about great explorers do us injustice. They do not tell much about the hardship. Like going really, really, really hungry - at one point I truly believed I would be able to devour the Big Fish. Or... that there are a lot more boring days than there are the exciting ones," Dwin went on, looking at her mom and having a feeling that this was no news to Maia and that, even if she had told all the practical, less glorious details about the life on road, she would still not have believed it, unless she had dabbed in it herself.

"They did? I might have forgot about it. I thought that we - Blackthorns - always lived here. At least dad seems to think that this place has always belonged to our family," she said and you have to keep in mind again that the girl was not good with remembering facts or exact quotes, therefore her assumptions might only be 60% correct. "I did not meet any faeries or hags - I do not believe that the mushroom-projectiling nasty lady was an actual hag. A figurative one though. But I met some aliens? You know - they look kind of like us, but are grotesque and odd-looking. Ever met those?" she asked.