Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

Wraen fought to keep her eyes open not because the premise of Arcturus's story had been boring or not promissing (nothing like that), but there was another wave of tiredness that wrapped her like a soft and warm blanket. She would gladly rest her head on her paws again and fall asleep.

But she was true to the code of honor of story-tellers. You had to respect the other just as they did, when you told their own. Therefore she let out a quiet sigh and waited patiently for the story to unfold.