Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

Dwin rolled her eyes, but did not say nothing, seeing it was pointless to argue. However, one word Frolic had used "trader" stuck with her and she wondered, what would the trade have been, if that guy had fulfilled his promise and brought back the deer. What her younger sister had entirely missed, when engaging with the stranger, was that he was not offering stuff for free. What where the chances of her sister brushing with the devil himself or his associates at least and had barely avoided selling her soul to something as trivial as food?

By the time she finished that thought, Frolic The Whirlwind had taken off again and Dwin followed her lead. "Maybe not the spiky, prickly thing," she suggested, catching up with her little companion. "Then they even might get more upset," but it was just a speculation. Blackthorn children were not only fearless (with an exception of Sylvie and Eljay) and reckless, they also had peculiar taste in their choice of toys. Maybe a cactus would become THE toy. "Do you have anything in particular in mind?"