Broken Antler Fen Now for plan A

Wraen was used to the fact that out of hundreds of characters (according to her 10 page long threadlog with 456 total threads in it) she had met in life, very few she met for the second time, only a handful became permanent fixtures in her life. As years went by she observed that she no longer made friends easily and that the number of good buddies had begun to dwindle too. Some went to live at places she was unable to reach, some died (and that was another age-related thing - there was no equilibrum between weddings, christenings and funerals; there would be a time, when the latter would become the only instances to meet friends, family and have some entertainment; oh - in case she was a human equivalent) and some simply cut ties. They no longer had anything in common.

Therefore she was pleasantly surprised to spy a familiar figure meandering by the borders. The wayward Blackthorn boy with a very fitting name. Jackalope. The mythical hybrid beast. Rabbit crossed with an antelope. She grinned at the train of associations that had come along with the name and then padded over to see, what he was looking for this time. "I take, I charmed you so much the last time that you return to offer your paw in holy matrimony?" she asked him, playful glint in her eyes.