Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

Wraen seemed pretty cool- easy to talk to, and relaxed, so Niamh- who was normally fairly chatty by nature- enjoyed her company. Like Wraen, she couldn’t exactly put a paw on exactly what kind of cousins they were, but she was pleased to have found yet another relative- no matter how distant- in these whereabouts. Not surprising, considering how prolific their family was.

When she asked about Niamh’s former surname, she winced a bit. ”DeMonte-Argyle,” She answered, and then elaborates. ”Technically still sort of am. Colt and I were mates at the Plateau, but we kind of had a falling-out so we broke up. I, uh, can be kind of an idiot sometimes. But I’ve refocused my priorities, and put him at the top of the list so we’re trying again.” She said. ”And I’m lucky. ‘Cause as much of an idiot I am, Colt can be equally as stubborn,” She said with a fond laugh.