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

"That's, what is handy with dead people - you can spin the wildest yarns about them and they are not here to argue that tales are untrue," Dwin grinned in response to Towhee's remark. Somehow she got a feeling that her paternal grandmother would not mind one bit, if her adventures got improved and made more awesome over the time. As long as she remained the good character in it. 

"No. I am grumpy, I hate my siblings, I think that my parents have no idea on, how to raise kids properly, and I am generally fed up with being stuck in one place, but I have to, because it is my duty and because there are tons of little kids to feed and look after, even if I do not like them very much," she replied very truthfully. That was the short summary of, what her life had been so far. "Do you know any of that kind of Blackthorns? Or am I the black sheep of the flock?" she asked, half-teasing, half-serious.