Bramblepoint Soundwaves of shimmering sands

"That's good," Wraen agreed, because it had to be easier on the parents to let their children go off in the world, if they knew that they weren't really that far off. And that they could visit them any time they felt like it. Her life up until now had been a proof that she preferred the exact opposite. Were it leaving her family pack, Moonspear, Terance and Rannoch, Firebirds - she had always wished to put as much distance between that previous life and present as possible. Was it an inherent, subconscious belief of hers that she would improve and find a new path for her to tread, only if she was far away? That was something to think about in the future. 

With this last paragraph their conversation had run out of topics to cover and therefore met it's logical end. "I will stop by at Redhawks, if we happen to be in the vicinity," she told Phox, getting ready to leave. "And if you happen to run across my adventurous sibling - remind her again that I eagerly wait for her return," she finished, not knowing that in a matter of few weeks she would fulfil that promise, simply because one of Maia's adventures would have taken a wrong turn.