Sun Mote Copse Yeah, I'm a keeper

It wasn't the easiest thing, following Alyx's torrent of words, but Maia caught most of them.  One thing she could credit herself with, raised in an environment of collaborative storymaking... she was an excellent active listener.  And she and Wraen's games only served to keep that skill sharp.  You know, if you make a wish on a fluffpuff, the floaties will carry it to the fairies, and they might just answer it. Maia said.  She loved the name the girl had given the flower way too much to even think of correcting it.

She's pretty like one, but nope!  She's my sister!  It surprised her a bit that the pup didn't know her, but it didn't occur to her to think the name might be a step too much for one her age.  Sisters get better as you get older, I think, she added, a little conspiratorially.  She couldn't remember having too much of an opinion of Wraen when she was a kid, not outside of babysitter.  They definitely didn't have the relationship then that they had now.