Sun Mote Copse Danger days

There is a fine line between I can't and I do not want to do it and Wraen had half-hoped that Wildfire would be in the reassuring mode, telling her that all will happen in due time and she just had to wait. However, her cousin turned out to have a more practical view of this and instead of offering to do nothing, there was an option to do something and right away. It had been a while, since Wraen had left the comfy quarters of the Firebirds' nest, quenching her own thirst of adventures from stories Maia brought back from her quests. And, frankly speaking, she was more inclined lying comfortably on the figurative sofa in her pyjamas and slippers and soft duvet, instead of going out in the world and creating her story. 

"Thank you for your offer," Wraen found the idea of Wildfire keeping an eye for the possible matches endearing and amusing, but she appreciated the good-will none-the-less. "Ummm... trustworthy and someone, who won't make me feel silly, because of my love for stories and sometimes childish ways?" were the first two things on her mind. "I don't wish to find someone exactly like me or someone, who would adore the very earth I am walking on... rather, a person, who has his own interests and passions in life, and who can - therefore - respect mine and not belittle them."

"The rest is up for the gods to decide and play with," she finished on a cheerful note. "What about those eligible men in Redhawks?"