Sun Mote Copse Whenever life gets you down, Mrs Brown...

Wraen turned and met a spitting image of her late friend Liffey. She stared at her with wide-eyes, mouth a little agape in wonder, then remembered that this might not be too polite. And shut the mouth, but forgot to stop staring. The fact that she had been asked a question hit the base seconds later, making her look down at her feet and attempting to move them and deny the whole ordeal, except she could not. Well, technically she could, unless she wanted to tear her feet, which had suffered already.

"Ummm... no," Wraen shook her head in denial, but her expression was still concerned. Great way to get to know your friend's mom - frozen to the lake and unable to move. "You are Liffey's mother, right?" she asked then a bit too brightly, sitting down and deciding to pretend that nothing bad had happened. She could solve freezing issues later.