Redhawk Caldera run away with me now

He didn't push the conversation further, which was fine for Maia too.  She'd focus on one thing at a time, and now that this was settled, the next was seeing Wraen through.  Make a home, make a path, make a life.  One day... have kids.  Start a family, with Eljay, and really honestly be happy.  She felt his nuzzle and smiled, lighter at the thought of it.  Later, but not never anymore.  Just a few months ago it had seemed hopeless, the thought that anyone would ever choose to be with her.  It felt so far away now.

It is.  She gazed out.  There's a story about that, I bet, if you like to hear one?  It had been a while since Maia had stretched her storytelling chops, as she and Wraen had been leaning more poetry lately.  It was time to get those rusty wheels spinning, and she couldn't recall now if Eljay had ever really been subject to a true blue Maia storytime.  Most of theirs had been storytelling games, and the one she could remember had been a particularly awful time in her life.  Now, she thought of she and Wraen's poems around the seasons, and an outline of a tale began to form in her mind.

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