Wapun Meadow Coin operated boy

Wraen agreed to the names Slavik threw out there, he was glad he could contribute somehow to her tales. He nodded in contemplation of her next statement about sharp and blunt sticks in every pile. He wasn’t sure he got the reference, but it seemed deep and Wraen seemed like an intellectual. He decided that by the next time they met, he would have a metaphor to share with her as well, something to match her unique way of thinking. And then their conversation came to an end, Wraen had things to do.

He smiled and stood as well, stretching out his long limbs as she said her goodbyes. I will, and next time I’ll have an even better one for you, he said with a boyish grin. Then he turned and continued on his way, hoping to shroud himself further in the scents of the meadow.

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