Redtail Rise and in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: you dare not

"Pine is wonderful. So is spruce," Sarah nodded, recalling the sweltering lazy evenings in summer, when the smell of these trees had been the strongest. Or wild rosemary near marshes around the same time. 

Illidan helped to move the conversation along and she was glad for it, because talking with people she hardly knew was an entirely new territory for her. Or rather a labyrinth - she would hit dead ends every time the fellow did not offer a thread to grasp on. 

"Neither, really," her answer was honest. Neither wanderlust, nor practical matters. Walking just had seemed a good alternative to thinking too much. She added hastily, when she realized that she had not asked a question herself: "What about you?"