Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

For a person as young as Dwin, she had a surprisingly deep insight in some aspects of life. Wraen wondered, if even she had been so... what was the word... profound? Somehow she felt that the answer was negative. At the age of one and a half she had still been living with one paw in the fairy tale and dream land. Philosophy and musings had come to her later in life. 

She did not know of all the details about Bronco's death, but it sounded so awfully similar to the way Colt had passed away. The perpetrator was different though, but the manner of dying had been the same. With a pang of guilt she thought of Kiwi, who she had saved without the full knowledge of, what had happened then, and how she had never revealed this to Niamh, who had been searching for the murderer intent on killing her.

Neither to Bronco, with whom her relationship later in life had soured and eventually broken apart. He had been arrogant and stubborn, she had been the same way and that had put an end to a years long friendship. Maybe it was better to keep some truths to yourself, because, what would her former friend do with it? Their friendship would have ended sooner - that was sure - but no one would have benefitted from that. She had always found solace in the fact that Elwood had known the truth, had supported her decision and never spoken a word to anyone, taking that secret to his grave. 

"You tend to think about only one kind of hero. The one that is glorified in myths. But what about those, who do little heroic deeds every day? Being a hero does not mean that you have to endanger your life? The world - in my opinion - stands firmly and safely on the shoulders of every ordinary person, who does their job well. They are all heroes because of that," she countered, curious to see, what Dwin would have to say about this.