Sun Mote Copse aahh! stoooop! i could've dropped my croissant!

When Wraen had met Niamh's kids for the first time, she was sure that she would be unable to tell the twins apart. Now - she was sure that she would, because you could not mistake a voice like that for any other. The little screecher, if trained properly, probably had the makings of the next Maria Callas the opera singer, her voice would shatter vine glasses and make ears bleed.

For one amused moment Wraen let her mind wander along those lines, but then the little, furry crocodile had reached her and attacked her paws once again. And just like last time, she evaded the assault and was daring enough to, playfully snap at the other's head in return.