Sun Mote Copse Fabric of time

"Oh, I am fine, I am fine," Wraen replied, regarding the little Niamh-look-alike fondly, then lifted her muzzle to smile at Towhee. Not for the first time did she feel amazed by, how quickly the children grew and how very little time she had spent in their company. Her younger self had been all for baby-sitting, whereas her older-now preferred to observe the joys and pains of parenthood from afar. Entertaining kids did not have the same appeal as it had been in the past. 

"The heat is quite unbearable though," she added, because, what better way was there to start a conversation if not about weather. "What about you? How are you doing?"