Neverwinter Forest ❁ Now I've got it,

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Under a pretence that she was scouting, when in reality she was extending her vacation away from the children, Dwin had found a comfortable underground den to spend the night in. It smelled a bit of fox poop and wee, but the soft sand and insulation from the night sounds, as well as the well-camouflaged entrance evened the inconveniences out. Tired from the long day she had slept soundly and enjoyed the crazy, but lovely dreams of her somehow shipping Frolic off to the Moon so that aliens dealt with her. And she managed to wake up right before the poor, little green men demanded Brecheliant to take the space invader back. No returns!

Still entertaining ideas of, where to send the rest of her annoying younger siblings and cousins, she left the den and went to nearby rivulet for a refreshing drink. Dwin felt immensely glad to have the day all to herself with no one to intrude her solitude. However, mid-third mouthful of water she heard the grass rustling, twigs breaking under someone's footfalls and after a while her eyes caught a pale ghost-like figure in the distance. She fixed her eyes on the stranger and remained still, while assessing the situation and figuring out, what to do next should the encounter turn out non-neutral and possibly aggressive.