Sun Mote Copse The Art of the Dinner Date

Sugar Glider was the odd one out of the Blackthorn bunch. Wraen liked them all, but some she did more than others and the little, inquisitive girl, who seemed to live in the world of her own, was not among them. It was a surprising revelation to a person, who had up until then thought that she had no particular preference for one or the other. After thinking about it long and thoroughly, she had come to a conclusion that she did not know exactly, what made the puppy tick.

A good chance to find out, now that the person in question had popped up before her and had asked her a question to, which Wraen had no immediate answer. Mostly because tree leaves changing colour was the least of her problems. She did lift her head and look, when this was pointed out to her. "From, what I have seen in the previous seasons, it is something inherent to trees. They die and get reborn every year," she explained. "Perhaps, this is their way to celebrate a good season, before they go in hibernation."