The Sentinels Day dreamer more elegantly spelled

The fact that Seabreeze and Olive had "crushed" their bones together did not surprise Wraen as much as the fact that the latter had had puppies. How? Was the first question that had come to her mind and a split of second later, did it occur to her that these matters could be simply arranged with some help from outside. After all it had not been Olive's first rodeo, had it?

The next piece of news - tragic, yes - surprised her even more. Because now there were three wives instead of two and an unnamed male (males), who had sired the puppies. One happy, polyamorous family, it seems - thus thought Wraen's cohabitting alter ego, who had an acidic sense of humour, was sarcastic in general and had not restraints at making inappropriate and rude remarks insidd her head. Sometimes.

"That is a lot to take for a newly appointed king," Wraen said sympathetically. "And now you are here to take a break," were they in a bar, she would have bought him a glass of whiskey and they would have drunk for the way fate could eff up lives. "What do you want to do to take your mind off stuff?" she asked. "Have you done anything already that has helped?" she teased him.