Whitefish River Lost in reverie until I saw her fading silhouette.

"You are like... like... that Floating Germ-wolf," Dwin exclaimed, incorrectly referring to the legend of "Flying Dutchman" or rather the wolf equivalent of it. "And you are doomed to never land and stay anywhere. Always on the move," she quoted the tale, which she did not remember fully, but which had certainly involved some curses. "Could it be that you bothered some old, evil witch and she cursed you?" she asked in a childish excitement and only later, when on her own, she would realize that this would be the first time in many months, where she had felt almost like herself again. 

"May or may not be. Depends on, who is asking," Dwin shrugged and gave Her Honorable Lady Tee a toothy grin.