There is a tall woman in the distance, light on her feet as she arces around the herd. Watching just as Journey herself and does not attempt to give chase. She is dark of coat savor a river of paler hue spilling down her throat to chest. Her movements are airy as she strides the journeyman's way.

Yes, yes, they really are. She agrees wholeheartedly and not an ounce of falseness is there in her voice as she watches the caribou run with almost a wanting, a yearning to be among them. Journey would not think to stare the woman off so quickly by saying that she missed having such a body as them again. Yet if one thing she missed more then powerful legs and pounding hooves, it was her wings! Oh, her wings! If only to soar again!

Have you lived in this world long? An odd manner of saying 'have you been in this land long', but that simply was not that case for this magical world.