Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

Before Dwin could ask, why the hell Towhee needed her eyes to listen to her story (she had either not noticed or not been informed or forgotten that her fellow hag was as deaf as a lamp post), she had challenged her for a race and dashed off. Her dark pelt soon melted with the surrounding darkeness, save for the trail of white steam that marked the path she had taken. Dwin was in no way inclined to try and catch up with her. She had played "tag" one too many times this summer.

But this was not the only reason she stayed put. Towhee's antics reminded her of someone. Reminded very much. Too familiar.

Frolic.

Oh, no.

This meant that wisdom did not come with age.