Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

Wraen was not one to hold back a good word or praise, where it was neccessary and required. The story might not have felt of the same quality to Indra, because she had been the one telling it, but her chosen audience was quick to overlook pauses and moments, where the narrative had stalled a little, converting words to images and vivid scenes readily. 

"Well, I hate to break it for you, but that is, how most stories are made," Wraen said with a good-natured laugh. "I mean there is hardly anything in the world that has not been there before - it's the art of picking out the right strands and weaving them together in a new fabric that matters," she said. 

"Wow - who is that?" Wraen asked, knowing for sure that at least 50% of this description could apply to Osprey.