Sun Mote Copse hot girl bummer

Wraen was enjoying a moment of peace and quiet on her favourite observation spot by the western borders. It was a small hillock, padded with soft moss and green grass, and, whoever was lounging in that comfortable seat, could let their gaze travel over the vast fields of cricket creek bog. It was a little too early for the frogs to begin their courtship choir competition, but in the meanwhile birds of various kinds offered a melodic prelude just as enjoyable.

The sovereign wondered, how far Maia had got and what her sister was doing now. Even though she had got used to the sibling's nomadic ways, she always missed her dearly. Firebirds were nice bunch of people, but such friend as Maia was to Wraen could not be substituted. One of a kind. Irreplaceable. But just as she thought this, she caught sight of Pippin coming her way. Eager for a welcome distraction, she pulled herself up to a sit and called out to the fellow: "Hey! How are you doing?"