Broken Antler Fen Acid green

Wraen had not expected Kane to agree, even less that he would come up with something exceptional. Both she and Maia were here for fun and some silliness, not an actual poetry. But after the first verse the cheeky grin on her face was wiped and away and she stared at the man in surprise and awe. Though she might have argued that some verses lacked the fluid-music-like quality, this was by far the best piece she had heard of. Especially, when created on the spot and without any previous preparations.

"Well, Maia... I think that you have a lot of questions to answer now? Who is this exotic lover of yours - for starters?" she chuckled, because Eljay was many things, but exotic was not among them. "And where did you stash him?" she laughed, then looked back at the packmate. "You are quite a bard here - a first one I have met in my life, in fact," she praised.