Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

A bog. Summer. Sunlight.

Esma repeated these three keywords over and over again, so that she would not forget them. She also made herself a promise to find that turtle, when the winter ended. She could not explain, why, but it felt very important to see it with her own eyes. The she-wolf went on about another subject that she did not fully pay attention to, until she was asked a question. And as always with questions that in some way probed her knowledge or experience, she got slightly nervous and unwilling to answer. 

"Uh... yeah...? Maybe?" she mumbled, looking around uneasily, feeling small and insignificant before this ghost, who she viewed as worldly and very, very, very important. "I know Riverclan well. And... yeah..." she sighed. She had never had much inclination to leave her home and up until now had only dared to investigate the nearest territories around her homeland. However, her trips outside were always accompanied by very vivid imaginary components, therefore she often felt that she had walked miles for hours, when in reality she had stayed in the same small area for a long time. 

"I... have to go," she said, suddenly eager to end the conversation and have no other questions asked. She had got, what she wanted.