Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

"Nah... I would not say that," Dwin objected and shook her head, even though Towhee had spoken the truth. Simply the nearly-grown-up kids had not done enough useful and good things to balance out all the grudge she held against them for being so frustrating and annoying during spring and summer. "You do not mince words, I see - is that, how you greet and speak to your beloved offpsring as well?" she teased her back with a good-natured grin.

"Well, I hate to point that out to you, but you are a ve-e-e-e-ry old lady," Dwin said in a tone that suggested that Towhee had been alive during the era of dinosaurs and had been there to shake paws with velociraptors in person. "And climate change is a real thing, you know. There was so much snow last year that unless you dug a tunnel, there was no way to reach particular areas of the territory," she was exaggerating a bit, but then she had experienced her first snow-fall, while being still quite young. And things tend to look a lot bigger, when you are small yourself.

"Well, we may be made of the same material, but I am a witch that still has things to do in life. I have no desire to freeze to death, until I get home," she pointed out. "And judging by ther fact that your head is the only body part that floats there, I have a feeling that there are a lot of sins weighing you down," she said. "I've heard that a heartfelt confession to a holy man might help to ease the burden," she said.