Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

lol i love him!!!
got carried away sorry!! 

Again caught in a silent spell, Maera simply waited for the man to react to her request. A request that had been taken more the shape of an order for Étoille and, unknowingly for Maera, rattled his head a bit. He parted his mouth and stuttered a bit, and Maera fearing he might get discouraged with this rough start cupped her ears towards him, and blinked expectantly, her whole body language shamelessly indicating she was giving him her absolute and undivided attention.  

The words did not flow easily from his mouth, and though the ideas seemed to be thrown together rather than intertwined, Maera did not dare to interrupt or make any sound even. Only when the names of the characters were revealed did the flame show a pique in her interest. But suddenly, just as more questions were beginning to arise from Maera's stomach, the man cut the story short, giving it perhaps the most vague ending one could imagine but that still managed to act as a ciffhanger that only makes you want more.

"what tragedy?" she asked, not being able to contain herself and live with the doubt. 
Why was it about the themes of tragedy and love captivated Maera so much?
Maybe it wasn't about tragedy and love so much but of the emotions that came with them. Tragedy she had faced, since she was a child. So being something she knew relatively well, it interested her. But on the other hand, love was so foreign to her, and maybe it was that mystery what entralled her.  

But well that was something else. 
Now it was her turn.
"there was once a wolf that woke up in an island with no memory of life before his arrival. He found himself alone" she began, not really knowing where her words were going but letting them slip out of her mouth anyways. "but he longed for company, a child, a wolf so perfect that it would seem it was from a dream." she continued, her eyes blinking as the next sentence formed in her head, "so one night, he decided he'd make his dream come to life so what he did was literally fall asleep and begin to dream what this wolf would look and be like, every little detail. From the tip of its tail down to the leathery surface of its nose." she barked, making a slight pause to catch her breath before continuing, "he dreamed every one of its organs, his vertebrae, its ribcage and its beating heart. When he was finally happy with the result he sought the gods to help him make the dreamed wolf real. And so they did but with the condition that only them and the fire god would know of his origin. The wolf accepted and so with desires to give his dreamed wolf a chance to make his own future sent him to another island but erased his memory before he left for he did not want his child, the dreamed wolf, to ever find out that he was just that. A fabricated image, a ghost." She had learned this story while travelling with a strange male that called himself Poet before she came across the Solstice wolves and stuck with them for the winter.  "a few months later he heard a rumor that an island nearby had caught in flames,so worried for his child the wolf tried to get off the island despite the brutal thunderstorm that befell on him in than instant." she went on, her eyes always examining Étoille's facial expressions. "Thunder hit the island and sparked a flame in one of the trees of the island, the flame turned into a hungry fire that threatened to consume the island whole. The wolf found himself at a corner with no escape, he thought he was going to die but as the flames reached his skin and licked at his fur he realized he could not feel the heat or the pain that would be expected when one gets burnt." she paused for effect, letting the male try to make sense of the details before revealing the end. "It was then that he realized that he was, like his child, nothing but another's dreamed wolf".

the story is my version of Borge's The Circular Ruins which is one of my faves