Hoshor Plains a glass of chardonnay with ghosts

Sounded very much like Arcturus and Wraen decided, that if there ever was a chance, she would like to meet the young man. She quietly wished her niece many happy years alongside her chosen mate. "I consider every friend I have as something special," she replied, though she knew, what Ibis had meant with this question. At her age it came up all too often - you saw a she-wolf in the prime of her years and assumed for her to have a man by her side and a couple of children. If not grandchildren already. She did not fit that image, but it was never the easier to explain that she felt absolutely fine being the way she was. 

Therefore she chose not to delve in details too much. "All relationships are equally important to me," she clarified. "And I feel just as blessed to have many friends surround me as those, who have found their partner for life," as simple as that. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Ibis, and I would love to hang around longer, but I have to find Maia and Arthur, see, what we can do about dinner. Spotted a couple of roe deer here. Won't catch themselves," she excused herself. "I hope we see each other again very soon. Good luck to you and if there's anything we can help you and your family - just find us. We'll be around for a while," she offered, gave Ibis the last word and then left.