Thus, covered in dirt and grime, her bun half falling out, and a pouch full of marks at her waist, Ameliah was making her way back to her current abode. She tended to travel a lot and as a result, moved around a lot - most people left the shack with the big gold dragon sleep around it alone. And, really, if she got tired of this place, they could just Between anywhere else. It was more dangerous now, of course, but Ameliah relished that freedom.
-_Wish of Tevarae_-