Broken Antler Fen I wrote you a letter

Wraen's expression changed from concerned, to incredulous, to "oh, my God, Maia, please..." in a quick succession. She did not know, whether she should laugh about the crazy ways her sister's neuron network made connections inside that brain pot of hers, because they had reached a point, where being wise and supportive was becoming too difficult for her. Had she been human, she would have wanted to grab her sister by her shoulders and shake her a bit to get some good sense back in her. As a wolf, she was thinking of a canine-equivalent of it. 

"You are Queen of Crazy," she sighed and looked at Maia, wondering, if fairies happened to do exception to their baby stealing rule and, perhaps, she was talking to a changeling now. Not likely, though the mental picture of a chorde of dainty little fairies carrying grown-up Maia away, while she was sound asleep, was an amusing sight. "I was his leader for a long time and as such I needed to know my subjects well and how to deal with them. Nothing else. And before your mind takes another crazy twist and conjures more incredible scenarios, I suggest you have a nap. If you won't, I'll personally wack you on your head and take you out," she warned her half-smiling, half-serious.