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

Sugar Glider was a nice girl - now that Wraen herself had spent more time with the young, inquisitive Blackthorn girl, she had learned to like her better. Not that she had ever felt any dislike towards her. Rather a mix of curiousity and a puzzled, polite indifference towards a person you do not know that well. Had the Sovereign been aware of the exact circumstances the first meeting between Chanel and the aspiring little healer had taken place, she would have been very amused. 

"Sugar Glider is an aspiring healer," Wraen explained, though, since the girl took pride in her chosen trade, it was very likely that the comrade already knew that. The other acquaintance - Bronco - was of a different sort. The boy was in that annoying adolescent stage, where he rebelled against all authorities and questioned their orders. And was a broody know-it-all, who rolled his eyes in frustration at all well-intended advice. She thought that someone as young as Chanel could be a better "adult" company than the rest of adult people.

"I think that you would get along famously with my younger sister Maia," Wraen suggested. "She is travelling currently," and here we have to note that the Sovereign would have felt very disappointed, if she had known that her best friend had been in the vicinity just recently, but had not come to say so much as a "hello". "But she is a happy-go-lucky, positive person. Loves stories, adventures and - yeah - well, take it with a grain of salt. It's a proud older sibling talking here," she chuckled.