Sun Mote Copse Another summer wasted

Maia certainly brightened up when she was asked to tell a story, which was encouraging. If she was this willing to tell another adult a story, she would definitely get excited to tell kids stories too, then. And if she was lucky, her kids would like stories enough to sit around quietly and actually listen to stories to Niamh could have a nap. Of course, she wanted to gauge how engaging Maia was while she told her story, so that she might have a better idea of just how effective she'd be as a distraction for however many children she had. She knew she'd need a break now and again- and if Maia could entertain them quietly, then things would be perfect. 

She nodded and crossed her ankles. "Sure. Is it a true story?" She asked, then, wondering if this was a recounting of something interesting that had happened, or an elaboration of the truth.