Broken Antler Fen We cannot alter our fate, but we can rise to meet it.

"Do you really think it was his doing?" Wraen asked, stepping back to let her sister rise to her feet. Her merry laughter was contagious, she caught herself smiling at the joke too. "It could have been Trickster Loki - he likes a good joke. And a bad one too for that matter," she suggested, now looking around the place and liking it better by the minute. 

"This place does have a good vibe - I say that encountering mischievous spirits is already a good sign," she told. "And I bet that there are tree elves and spirits right over there. Winter - I have heard - is not much to their taste, but the forest feels just right," she beckoned in the direction of treeline. 

"What do you think, Maia?" she asked.