Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

arcturus' ears perked as wraen began to speak of a past adventure there - it didn't matter she did not remember with who. to arcturus, imagining that hidden cavern as a dragon was challenging -- but if he closed his eyes just so, he could see the fierce columns in the cave, and how they could be considered the teeth of a once mighty beast.

he could tell that wraen's energies were dwindling, and he did not press. normally, she was the windbag and he the listener -- perhaps this time the roles could be reversed.

"you didn't ramble. but.. maybe it is my turn, to tell you a story." how far the ostrega had come, that day they had met on the cliffs -- and how fortunate he was, that his life was better for it.