The Sentinels Somewhere only we know

To Wraen stories were much more than just stories. The kind Brisbane had described was a small shelf in that big library she had collected over her lifetime. Not all stories were about morals or rules, there were plenty of those that just happened and you could bend, whichever way you wanted, a plausible point of it all could not be found. The magic lied in the interpretation of it. Her imagination was strong and vivid and lot of experiences in life that she had not experienced herself, she could visualize to the minute detail, feel them acutely and thus derive empathy for all, who had to go through trials and tribulatios in life.

But she had lived long enough to know that arguing was pointless and she accepted his view with a nod. "I always wondered, what happened after that happily-ever after part in the children tales. That's kind of very superficial description of life in general," she mused. "Say, the princess found out after wedding that the prince charming was a total jerk. Or... that the frog-prince had deserved to be turned into frog in the first place. Or... so many other little details. I think life in it's details, in it's ups and downs is so much more interesting to live in."

Wraen spoke with the fellow for a little longer and the bid a farewell.