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"Well, this, in fact, is an already finished poem that I have... almost forgotten. But I roasted Towhee's relatives big time. Including us," Wraen explained, returning Maia's affectionate greeting with one of her own and then beckoning her sister to join her in the walk around the territory. "It started out as a lullaby to Towhee - one time before last, when I came to a visit, she was very upset about everything that had been going on over at Caldera, and recital of a silly song seemed to be the best way to cheer her up at the end of the day. I am not sure though, how much of that she actually heard," she smiled at the memory.

"But, if your up for it... we could make a poem about you. In a similar fashion... let me think," she looked upwards for a bit, because all great ideas fall from the sky (usually). "O-o-o-o-kay... 

When Maia was a wee kid,

She could not sit still.

In a blink of an eyelid,

She was gone in a trill.

Now's your turn," she tossed the figurative yarn-ball back to Maia.