Blackbeak Bluff And I'll never be alone

People, who knew Wraen well, were used to her musing about imaginary or mythical characters as if they were real. Usually they listened patiently in polite interest or considered her being childish and silly. There was the third group, who thought that she was crazy. And the fourth - children, who were not judgemental and ate from her paw any stories she told them. Meeting someone, who got very spooked by this - in Wraen's opinion - harmless banter, was something entirely new. 

She did not understand in the beginning, why Sequoia's airs suddenly dropped from positively warm and cheerful to a near zero (Celsius) degree of chill. The first explanation was that Wraen had accidentally said something that had insulted her. This had happened before, but somehow did not seem to fit the occasion. Aside mentioning a bloodthirsty... Ohhhhh, right... Really? The light of understanding dawned upon her face and she asked sympathetically: "Did I scare you? 'cause, if I did, I want you to know that all the creatures we are discussing now are 100% not real."