Redhawk Caldera the wood of the wind; a cliff, a fall

"I noticed," Dwin agreed, adding in her mind  a sarcastic "You are like a fart in the wind". She had nothing personal against Killdeer. It was her contempt for the opposite sex in general: the young Blackthorn had grown up surrounded by strong and independent women and men in the picture were either physically weak (her father), prone to run off, get seriously injured and die (both of Teya's mates) or simply not very smart (Ponyboy - a lovable and harmless fool that had kept her entertained with his shenanigans and tendency to boast and impress). Ingram - while her match or even superior intellectualy - was a walking representation of that part of male population, who had no hearts and could not be trusted. The list went on. Cassidy - naive and too trusting, she was sure that he would get eaten by a bear or get in an equally big trouble. Val - he frustrated her, because in the conversations they had had together, he had managed to strike a cord of conscience in her and made her question her judgement. No one likes that? And the list could go on. Call a name of a man she knew and Dwin would surely find a flaw with him. 

"How have you been settling in?" she asked politely, letting none of the tone of her inner-monologue reflect on her expression. "What made you decide to take a break from travelling the world?" this was a more genuine inquiry, because Dwin did not get to go far away from Brecheliant very often, and therefore always was glad to hear the travel stories of other people.