Redhawk Caldera Life could have been different

There it was. The call. The pull. Call, whatever you want - Wraen suddenly knew that someone had caught sight of her and she turned to face, who this was. A boy, clad in ashen-grey coat and the most beautiful blue eyes, reminding her of the cool and mysterious depths of the lakes in the area. His facial features were a combination of those of Teya and Bronco, yet put together, he had his own unique look. 

"Hello, little one," she greeted, coming closer with soundless footsteps and walking through a rock in her path. He was no more a little one than she was young and living, but as an older person and a ghost she was entitled to some liberties. "Don't be afraid of me. I am a ghost, who has come to visit the living for a while, but all my debts and businesses with this world have long been paid and dealt with," she smiled at him kindly. 

"I am the old hag of the hills Wraen, sister to a younger hag you may know by the name of Maia," she introduced herself. "And you are?"