Broken Antler Fen Couldn't look you in the eye

Bad things happened to all people, regardless of age, rank, status in society, health and what other criteria are there to categorize people. The goddess of fortune was a fickle creature, you could not put your faith in her. She did as she pleased - graced some, punished others - and sometimes in the most cruel ways. Wraen would have argued also that just like light could not exist without darkness, so did bad things just made you appreciate good events in your life more. 

The conversation could have been endless, were it not for the rabbit that came in the view. "You chase, I will cut its path off," she whispered, not being up to the task of racing after the lagomorph just yet. Her recent cold had left a lasting impact on her lungs, she no longer had the endurance to do run for extended periods of time. With this information conveyed, she pondered a little, of all the ways the rabbit could dash off, then sneaked away and chose the best strategic venue for the task at hand. Now - all was in the paws of Wren.