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Huā was good at painting a vivid mental image of the traditions of Yuelong and Wraen soon found herself drawn into that story too. Though she may have not seen the same that the proud leader did, she was there present for the story-telling sessions, she was there to celebrate the glorious reign of Lady Summer with them and sing to the moon on crisp and cold winter nights. It gave Wraen sense of longing for people she had left behind and those, who she had not yet met.

"Oh, I agree. Nature is honourable. I may to believe in gods either, but Nature is something bigger than anything... everything we might put on a throne and wish to worship. She can be the most beautiful artist and most generous soul and yet it is her character too to be cruel and merciless," Wraen mused. "Though, what makes her stand apart and above any god is that you cannot make a bargain with her. She does, what she pleases, and the most we can hope is to be smart and lucky enough to survive."

"But that's a tad bit morbid," she sighed. "What about that dragon-god your sister worshipped? I am asking from a standpoint of an old fan of dragons. I was obsessed with them, when I was a child."