Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

"Redleaf-DiSarinno-Blackthorn - that would be some badass combiation. Poor kids," Wraen chuckled at the silly thought of having a surname that was at least five times longer than the actual name. "Or - just imagine - that kid with three surnames got married and decided to keep them all and add another one. Redleaf-DiSarinno-Blackthorn-Smith," and then you could go on and on, until the name of the character would take a whole paragraph to write down. 

"A big family as well, then," Wraen nodded. "I have a brother named Terance, who is a leader of a hollow in a land far-far-away. I have a sister, who is the same age as me. Maia you have already met and then there are two more," she told, omitting the fact that there were three more, who would be a year old by now. Somehow this piece of news had disappeared in the shadow of the graver news of her parents' demise.

"I always thought that I was going to have a big family too, but as the years go by this seems less and less likely," she said it with a contemplative gaze. "I will be four next year - a middle-aged lady."