The Sunspire little star

It was a little time before Wraen's cold had got worse - now they were mere symptoms that did not bother her much and therefore she engaged herself in the usual activities during the day. This morning, for example, she had managed to dwindle a bit the new generation of the teenage ducklings, catching two - eating one herself and bringing the second back to Terance's children. 

Now that they have grown up enough to be more independent of their mother, she visited them more often, playing with the boy and trying to remember all the rhymes and silly songs she had heard from the elder from her birth pack. But, where her memory did not fail her in stories, it did in songs and it was a rare exception, if she managed to recall a song in full, more often it was like this - second verse from this one and the chorus from another, and the last four verses of the third. 

She put the half-grown duckling down and announced her presence with a quiet bark.