Redhawk Caldera you're starting to look really weird, oh yeah

Dwin had spent the morning with @Maia , chatting about nothing in particular and joking around. It had been a long time, since they had had a chance to have one-on-one time with each other. This interaction made her realize, how very biased and far from truth her own unhappy thoughts had been. And was glad that, even if Maia had known that her daughter had not been entirely happy all summer long, she had not heard her lonely tirades, where Dwin took all of her frustration out on the imaginary mom. Lots of hurtful words had been expressed too and Dwin felt ashamed. 

A call of a stranger on the borders caught her attention. I will get it! she said and took off to, where the visitor was waiting. A young, tall man, draped in an unusual pelt and sunset orange gaze. Dwin did not introduce herself right away. She kept her distance, regarded him for quite a bit, and only, when she deemed him harmless enough for a conversation, did she close the gap between them. 

"Who are you and what do you want?" she asked bluntly, expression serious. Which meant that this girl was a no nonsense person and that the other should provide his answers promptly and to the point. The young man was older than her, taller too, therefore she felt the need to assert that, whether he was the king of the world, prince in exile or a lowly vagabond, she was the one with the upper hand in this situation.