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Wraen let Vela's question slip away unanswered. When you do not see a person for the better half of the year, you can safely assume that they have gone mia (short for "missing in action" as her narrator found out today). However young Ostrega's innocent curiousity was endearing, she did not wish to pierce the soap bubble and therefore let her believe, what she had imagined hearing in Wraen's words. It could do no harm after all.

She listened to the description of the odd lands the girl had been to with attentive interest. "Men" was the closest impersonation of aliens she had ever heard. Who would have thought that one of the fictional characters of her vast collection of myths, legends and other tales were actually real and living. Odd as well, not at all as she had envisioned them to be like. But then again there were a lot of examples in the history, where the truth behind the story was another story itself.

Such as all the narwhal tusks that were sold to naive medieval people as unicorn horns. Or that dragons had, in fact, walked the Earth, when the ancestor of the wolf had been nothing but a tiny, little, furry rodent that did it's best to avoid being stamped on. That the centaurs, in fact, were borne in the imagination of men, who had never seen people riding on horses before. Wraen knew nothing of this, unfortunately, but she had devised already not only from Vela's story, but also from her own experiences that there was always a grain of truth in the myth, however impossible it sounded. 

"Did you see the aliens yourself or did you take the message from others, who lived in their vicinity?" Wraen wished to clarify some details.