Dawnlark Plains Kill your heroes and fly

"Well, living stones sound far more exciting than the good-old-fashioned dead ones," Dwin replied with a smile, feeling as if she had met a kindred soul. Life without a bit of creativity to colour it was not interesting. She had guessed correctly that all of the amazing stories she had heard about notable Blackthorns and Redleafs were distilled and concentrated versions of their lives. It could not be so that every single day of the 5 or 7 or more years they had spent on this Earth had been filled with adventures and epic things. Even in her life the proportion of truly amazing and memorable things happening was diluted by many days of boredom and routine stuff that you could only characterize in one word "normal". 

"What do you think they would tell you, if they were alive?" she suggested.