Blacktail Deer Plateau Choosing death in order to live

"I think that we should come up with a new poem. Bardship would be that one novel thing we could bring into this dynasty of storytellers," Wraen mused idly. Though classical storytelling never grew old with her, trying new and unusual forms to express tales was both challenging and exciting. 

"Something like... 

When leaves of autumn turn bright gold,
It's time for a song and dance age old. 
With full moon bright... two seasons meet, 
To dance all night on featherlight feet...

...what do you think?" she asked, but Maia had already moved on to the next subject. "I take credit for that," Wraen chuckled. "Before meeting me you could not squeeze two words out of him. Frankly speaking, I do not remember, how exactly we met each other. It happened somewhere on the outskirts of the copse and ever since I have a feeling that Arcturus has always been my friend."