Sun Mote Copse Jabberjay

Wraen had hit a tender subject, she had known this already, when she had asked. But hearing Eljay admit his doubts and failures in his own words, helped her to better understand, what was plaguing his mind. She already had made a good sketch of, what kind of person her packmate was, but hearing him talk about very personal matters enabled her to add colours and shading to the image. Make it more real and less based on assumptions.

"I do not think that it is your decision to make," Wraen told him. "What he should or should not do with his life," she elaborated, in case Eljay had misunderstood, what she was referring to. "And maybe in your quest to make him happy... you projected on him ideas, what you thought would make him happy, but that were not necessarily his." In other words Elfie's father had lavished his son in, what he did not want, and frowned at everything that the boy had enjoyed. 

"Why do you think that your love was not enough for him?" she asked next, wishing to dig deeper, because - to be honest - this conversation was not about Elfie, but about Eljay's own insecurities that had poisoned much of his life and had extended to his children's.