The Sunspire So this is your home

"Ummm..." Wraen procured a guilty look and shifted her feet a little. "Kind of - there is a bit of an underground tunnel that's tighter than this, but you will be fine," she said smiling. "I hope the last guy, who got there, is doing well. Got stuck and all, but I entertained him for a week by telling tasty stories until he slimmed down enough to pass through," she was indirectly quoting Winnie-the-Pooh, who she had never read, but would have, if she had been a human. And would have loved it dearly as well.

"Just messing with you," she added after a pause and beckoned to the path that snaked it's way down to the valley below. "This is, where we leave rocks and boulders behind."

She listened to Sebastian's story about his dear friend with keen interest and sympathy for his loss, feeling sorry that she was not able to help in any more useful way than just finding the right words for consolation. "I can't say," she shrugged, "that is the issue with people, who disappear, you never know and you always wonder, what if..." A moment of silence later she added: "But I think that you should not stop living just because she is gone. Life has still a lot to offer to you and, if fate will want it, your paths will cross again. If not in this lifetime, then the next."