Blacktail Deer Plateau Choosing death in order to live

Maia was getting really good at this - verses flowed like music and Wraen found great joy listening to them. If her sister's story bubbled like a rivulet, hers were bumpy and uneven as the ground beneath their feet. But just as not all people are good at dancing, so are not equally gifted in making poetry. Therefore she felt that she should give a well-deserved compliment: "This is truly beautiful. I love it!"

"They dance through the glory that autumn is,
Through darker nights and colder mists.
Lady's step grows slower, she begins to yawn,
And finally she rests, when a new day dawns.

The Wintersmith leans in and caress her face,
He gives her a kiss and she vanishes without a trace.
Throughout the dark months he now wanders alone,
Thinking about the Summer he has never truly known."

Here you go! Wraen left it for Maia to finish the story.