Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

The sudden nearness of Heph surprised Dwin and she flinched a little, feeling relieved, when she retreated again. "Maybe," she shrugged, feeling taken off track a little and therefore her flow of thoughts and questions paused. But then her companion claimed that she would want to become a bird after death and Dwin was back in game again. 

"A bird - what kind of bird?" she asked excitedly. "My grandma - her name was March Owl and according to the family legends she knew the names and songs of all the birds there are in this world," she told. She often wondered, what had it been like for her great grandmother to walk through the forest and instead of background chatter here the actual conversations between the birds. 

"I don't know. I think my aunt Wraen wanted to become a tree - I think... I dunno, if I got tired of life and wanted a long rest, then I would definitely want to be a tree. But becoming a bird would be fun also," she said. "I could fly - that would be amazing. Or... maybe become a water-dweller and see, what secrets lie in the depths of the lakes and seas. I think it would be just as interesting to see, what lies below the water as to see, what is above clouds."