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"I have," Wraen nodded. "As a part of a game. My mom and me would walk together and one had to point to a thing and the other had to come up with a short story about it," she smiled, remembering this fondly. Just for a moment she saw herself clearly, a warm golden-autumn evening, her walking side by side with Osprey and them both chattering away. Those had been good times, btu isn't it so that childhood is usually comprised with memories of sunlight just as we tend to think that people in the beginning of 20th century lived in a grayscale world?

"For example, the reason, why snow is falling is that the big cloud wolf in the sky is shaking it's coat and his fur flies everywhere," she told the girl. "Next spring, when it gets warmer and your own coat changes, you will understand the similarity," Wraen added, because she often forgot that the kids here had not yet seen many things that came along with the changing seasons, which she - on the other hand - considered as regular and no longer extraordinary.

"Or that the Mother wind has many rowdy children and, when the autumn storms are raging outside, it's the time, when they go out to hunt, play and chase each other. You can hear their howls," she retold a story of her mother's. "Then there was a nice one about that upper-lip line right in the middle of your nose," Wraen said. "They say that before a baby is born, an angel puts a finger on it's lips, so that it does not tell about it's previous life," she said. 

Angel story is not mine either. Sounds less awkward and more understandable, when you imagine human face. :D