Sun Mote Copse Sometimes the weight of the world is too much

If only hope was enough to bend the fate the way you wished to. Wraen sighed in resignation, but appreciated Chanel's attempt to make her feel better nevertheless. The Sovereign doubted that this would ever happen, but, why not believe it, while the young comrade was around? She knew well that after the girl would be gone, the sorrow would engulf her again, making her lie sleepless and in deep contemplation. But for now she would try very hard to keep herself together. 

"Lets hold onto that thought," she replied with a weak smile. Then got to her feet and stretched. Sitting around for too long would benefit no one. Thinking process worked better, when moving. "We can make a round along the borders," she suggested. Niamh had recently returned from her journey and the leader wished to give her hard-working sergeant-at-arms some rest. "Just to make sure that all is well," she explained and beckoned the girl to join her. 

"So, who have you made acquaintances with so far?" Wraen asked.