Redhawk Caldera It is safe to say...

Set for 11-12th November of after that.

...that travelling and exploring was amazing, but it was always nice to return home, to sleep in your favourite bed of moss and be simply very appreciative of the corner you knew so well. New experiences and discoveries had taken Dwin's mind off the never-ending list of chores and duties, given her proper mental rest and restart. She returned home tired, but happy, not least, because Frolic was also back in one piece and now there were more pairs of eyes watching her and making sure that she did not get into (lethal) trouble. 

Brecheliant had managed well in their absence and not much had changed. Which gave Dwin confidence that in a while they would have to make another trip - either East or North or - really - wherever their hearts desired to go. She had had some polite exchanges with the adults, had teased and laughed with the kids and then left it to Frolic to tell everything. In the meanwhile she raided the nearest cache, had her fill and decided to catch up with her sleep routine. 

It was mid-afternoon, unusually sunny and warm for the time of the year. Dwin had curled up on a grassy spot right at the foot of a tall tree, sleeping soundly and venturing the dreamscape, where the desert landscape she had seen in life mixed with the one that she was used to, creating the craziest, most colorful dreams. At times she was all on her own, enjoying her solitude and in others she was running after Frolic, who had yet again decided to take a leap of faith somewhere. It felt so real, that upon waking and blinking the sleep away from her eyes, she wondered, if her younger sister had the supernatural ability to scout other people's dreams with the same ease she scouted the lands beyond Brecheliant's boarders.