Wild Berry Meadow arrowhead

"Why should you feel sorry for me?" Dwin tilted her head to the side and smiled. "These friends are always with you and, in fact, helps you too. Boredom frees the space in your mind, silences the thoughts and fuels imagination. The best games and stories are born, when boredom sets in," she told.

"Hunger keeps you motivated and going - and, while it feels utterly crap to be consumed by it, the joy of full belly is even more gratifying. Hunger teaches you humilty and planning ahead," she said, feeling that she was - oh, so much sounding like the old wise woman and hoped that everything she had told so far had not come out as patronizing. 

"And Cold is there to remind you that you are not immortal. Better have that lesson early than too late," she finished. "And - while it did not go as I had imagined, I think I returned home wiser and better. And now I am out again better prepared. Plus - I no longer view the three as enemies. When I feel any of them, I try to look at them as good friends," she told. 

"But that's entirely my experience with all of this. Maybe yours is, has been and will be entirely different," she smiled. 

They talked with each other for a while longer and then parted on good terms.