King Elk Forest Hurry up, we are dreaming!

Summer is the most difficult time for me to have inspiration for writing. The weather is so good outside that I want to be outdoors as long as possible. Work, of course, helps very little with that! :D

"I am surprised myself. Never thought myself to be a bard, but look at us now!" Wraen laughed together with Maia, feeling positively impressed by the level of their success. Naturally, there was room for more improvement, but there has been no poet in the history of poetry, who had got the thing right on the first take. 

"Want to have another go?" she asked, thought and then said. "On the day the great dragon broke it's golden horn, a little, fluffy wolf-pup was born! And prophets from all around know this well that an event like this means..." Wraen furrowed her brow, thinking hard, because there were few words in her vocabulary that would rhyme with this. "...bloody hell!" she grinned.