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

"I would like that very much," Wraen said, smiling softly at her sister. In the ever changing world Maia had remained the same and she felt so blessed to have her still. The day she would leave her side forever would be a very sad indeed. But at present she shoved those thoughts out of her head. 

"Remember, back in spring, when we talked about going travelling again?" she asked, speaking about that getaway poetry session they had had. "Do you think..." she paused. "Do you think now would be a good time to do it?"