Sun Mote Copse sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions

"No, not at the moment. Our leader has been a bit under the weather lately, but come tomorrow we will definitely think of something," Wraen promissed the boy, feeling a bit of selfishly sorry, because he was a fellow, who was easy to like and therefore would be hard to return. 

"But you have nothing to worry about. You can stay as long as we find your parents or - even better - if your parents find you," she smiled at him reassuringly. "What about that song you promissed?" she asked him. "I am no musician myself, but I do enjoy others performing. My niece Ibis was very fond of singing as well," whether she was now, Wraen had no clue. The last meeting between them had not been pleasant and she had not seen the girl since.