Sun Mote Copse Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

Unintentionally the Firebirds had fell into two distinct groups - those, who were Blackthorns and those, who were not. And it happened so that the first tended to hang together mostly with the first and the second banded together, because they felt a bit awkward in the familial bliss of people they hardly knew at all and were more at ease among the other "misfits", so to say. 

So, it was Colt's lucky day to meet Wraen on her own. She was nursing (or rather enduring) the effects of the bitter cold weather of the past few days, which had ended up with frostbitten patches of skin on her feet, tail and ears. The last two were quite easy to ignore, but walking was painful to her. Admitting a defeat was difficult and seeing Maia go on her daily duties did not improve her mood either. 

She was sulking and self-pitying herself (and feeling a little offended as well, because even Epic had not showed up today, no one else had!), when she spotted Finley's brother and called out to the guy, eager to have some company: "Hey! Good morning!" She could argue, of course, whether it was truly that great and wonderful, of course.