Dawnlark Plains you can call upon this family, you can call upon this day

"It would be a lot easier, if it was," Wraen agreed, but then again she loved life as it was - all hardship, dark moments, events she regretted included. If it were not for the shadow, how could you truly appreciate the light?

She was curious as to, what had caused the loss of memory in her companion, but decided that it would be pointless asking that. For the simple reason that he did not remember. Instead she tried to imagine, what would it be like, if she woke up one morning, her memory as a blank slate. But the idea that the colourful house of thoughts, ideas and time most of all that she had built over her three years of life would be gone one day, was horrible. No. She never wanted to be in Imrathil's place, no matter, how sorry she felt for him. 

"Jinn's are not the only ones, who can fulfil wishes. Fairy godmothers can too and there is a very old and well-known tale about the golden fish and three wishes," she continued the topic, eyes alight with excitement, while she was rummaging around the figurative book-shelves of her mind and looking through the covers of the stories she had stored there. "Do you want to hear it?"