Sun Mote Copse Wind singing in the willows

Wraen's moment of quiet contemplation was interrupted by the arrival of Figment. Fenn's brother, Phox's son and... the Sovereign had to admit regretfully that she did not know much of anything else about the boy - no - young adult standing before her. Why had it been so that on her occasional rounds to socialize with Firebirds, they had not crossed each other's paths was a mystery. But now their's had and Wraen decided to make the best of it.

"Did she? And Towhee just taught me to say "hi" in ptero," Wraen laughed at the fun fact. Had Finley been a human, she would probably not have minded to have this written on her tombstone. Instead of the boring "In loving memory" or "Sorely missed by grieving friends and family". If a person had been a jester all through their lives, they would want to be remembered as such.

"It's hard to believe that they are gone now. I always held on to a belief that they would live forever. That... Finley with all her adventures would have found the secret to immortal life," she mused. "Were you close?" she asked Figment.