"I have known several homes in all my long years, so I can understand well the longing in your heart to return to something that is familiar. Have heart my friend, you will return home soon enough. Until then, perhaps the sound of tumbling water will ease some of your sorrow."

The path she had chosen had led on a short but wending course through to a tiny stream trickling out from between a rock outcropping that thrust up between the trees. The sound of water was gentle, but not unlike that of a fountain if one chose to sit and listen.