Sun Mote Copse Another summer wasted

Niamh smiled as Maia mentioned Wraen- from what she knew, the two were fairly close, and both seemed to be quite personable and friendly, and weren't hard to warm up to. Wraen was a kindly soul, and here was Maia, eager to please and make Niamh feel better and offer help. Her nausea was slowly fading as she lay there, and when Maia offered her skills as a story-teller, her ears flicked forward. A distraction would be nice, and might be just enough to cure the last bit of her stomach sickness. 

"Can you tell me one?" She asked, hoping that Maia wouldn't be embarassed by being put on the spot. "I like stories just as much as any kid would, haha," She admitted with a shrug, and pushed herself up a little into a more attentive pose, so she could catch every word if Maia did consent to her request.