Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

Wraen told a story about herself and Esma listened in awe. She did not understand in the beginning, why would this wolf have her body elsewhere than here, only to remember a moment later that - oh - right, ghosts were dead people still walking. The idea of becoming a bird seemed delightful, it had not occurred to her that there was a chance to become something else, but she had observed the winged elves quite often and wished that she could be granted the power to fly just for a moment. Life up in the trees had to be interesting in a way, why else would birds prefer to live there?

"I..." she began and fell silent, because she so wanted to impress this stranger with just a good of a story, but nothing interesting came to her mind. She was desperately ordinary. A nobody in the big scheme of things, where Atka and Sos and even adults had important roles to fulfill, while she spent her days chasing boredom away with fantasies. "I don't know. I am a wolf," she stated, though the intonation at the end sounded almost like a question. "Can I be anything else?" an inquiry, as if Esma was asking a permission.