Bramblepoint Change is Coming.

In later years, looking back, Dwin would note that for the first two years of her life the true beauty of the autumn had escaped her. During the first she had been too small and too busy to take any notice and during the second she was so wrapped in her own soul-searching and making sense of the world, that the changes in the nature would simply not seem relevant. Whether the third would bring a change to her - this remains to be seen.

It is possible to be in a crowd and still feel lonely - and in the light of recent events and her burnout from baby-sitting the youngest generations - Dwin learned this bitter truth to the fullest. Oftentimes she wished that Dee had chosen her home just a tad bit closer, so that visiting her would be as simple as going next door. But there was a distance between them - both physical and mental as well. The longer time passed spent apart, the more convinced Dwin became that even if they met, it would not be the same.

She yearned for company and recently on some occasions she had met lone wolves passing near caldera. Some encounters had been interesting, some less, but this was the reason, why she had come to the Bramblepoint and why she caught sight of the white fairy-like stranger passing through. Dwin noted that she did not carry the thick scent of a pack wolf, which encouraged her to approach and make her presence known. "Where to, fellow traveller?" she asked, though she herself did not call the road her home at the moment. But why not imagine that for a while?