Broken Antler Fen Souls young and old

Wraen did not answer, because the dead are denied to talk with the living. The Universe did not reply either, because, what are musings of a tiny speck of dust, when stars and galaxies get created and destroyed every second? The entity dealt with deals of such a grand scale that it surpassed, what Dwin could comprehend. Like-wise dust-thoughts were too small to be understood. 

She dwelled on the unexpected train of thought for a bit, until someone's arrival made her snap out of it. Dwin looked over her shoulder, her gaze meeting that of an almost yearling. The girl was well-built and if not for the still childish features of her face, she could be taken for an adult. It was not unusual, of course, for kids her age to wander on their own - these days she hardly ever met Teya's brood - still she scanned the area quickly to make sure that no one else accompanied the teenager. 

"Go on," she allowed, getting to her feet and sitting down to a side. "Which big beast, did you stole the crown from?" she asked, regarding the girl in a good-natured manner.