Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

The first few seconds after waking up, Wraen felt almost alright. That things, which had happened recently, were part of a very bad dream. Yet the gravity of the situation pressed on her hard soon after and she felt just as trapped and clueless as what to do next, as she had done, when she had gone to sleep. 

Mid-stretch she caught sight of Maia, who had been quietly sitting not far from her for a while. "Hey," Wraen greeted her with a small smile and waging tail. "I haven't seen you around for a while," she said, approaching her sister and nuzzling her gently in greeting. "How's life been treating you?"