"Ye bin ta da Windin' Circle before miss?" the wagon driver asked the woman sitting beside him.
"Yes, eight and a half years ago. I am returning to fix an accident that I caused when I was sixteen," the young woman replied.
The wagon driver nodded and continued driving. The young woman reached into her pocket and drew out a crystal-like flower.
"This flower is made of ice that will never melt," the young woman said handing it to the wagon driver. "It is my thanks for receiving this ride."
The wagon driver took the flower and smiled warmly at the woman.
"Ye bin good comp'ny," the happy man grinned.
The wagon driver pointed and the young woman saw a city on the horizon.
"Emelan," the young woman whispered as if she expected the view to disappear.
The two companions sat in silence for most of the remainder of their journey. The young woman closed her eyes and meditated. When she reopened her eyes they were almost at the city gates and she smiled in anticipation.
"Dis is where I stop miss," the wagon driver said as he halted his horse.
The young woman nodded and climbed off the wagon.
"Again I thank you," the woman said bowing.
