Wild Berry Meadow arrowhead

"Boredom caught up with me in the beginning. I happen to come from a place that is surrounded by plains and small patches of forests and it takes an awful lot of time to cross it and find something meaningful or merely exciting to see," Dwin explained. "Plus, it was mid-winter and ploughing through the chest deep snow as hard and super-frustrating," she added. Of course, in a month or two crossing those fields would be a menace on a whole different level. Long grass everywhere. 

"Then came Hunger. It is the worst companion you can ever have. Nagging you and reminding about himself and constantly asking you - When will you eat? When will you eat? When will you eat?. It takes over your dreams during the night. And during the day he makes you unhappy and utterly miserable. At its worst the only thing you can think of is food, food, food," she went ahead. 

"Finally the Cold joined them. First chewing the tips of my fingers and ear, then seeping in through my coat and raking my body. Finally it took over my mind and all of I could think of was, how to get warm. Nothing else mattered more than just finding a chance to crawl somewhere warm and never move again," she finished. "So - expect these friends to come along. You can keep them at bay, of course, but they will always lurk in the shadows, ready to pounce at you!"