Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

"I don't think so," Esma was not convinced and, when she voiced it out loud, the antlers disappeared and she was a wolf once again. Wraen somehow did not seem bothered by doing things to perfection, when the girl had been taught that details mattered. First, when you communicated with the bear gods and - second - when you interacted with your packmates. And she was so afraid of making mistakes or forgetting something important, that she did not try at all. She usually was content observing Ash Paw doing the preparations for worship and helping on small tasks. She for the most part avoided being in the company of others. They always appeared to her to be better equipped to fit in this world, that she did not want to spoil the image with her unworthy presence. The only time she let go of all the pretense was, when she was in her own company. There she made her own rules and by definition could not do a thing wrong. 

One could argue that she was doing fairly well in Wraen's ghostly presence, but most likely it was because Esma was not sure that this particular ghost was not a part of a very vivid dream. If that was not the case, then a ghost was not a person, even if they had been one in the past. So - again - she could avoid making mistakes. 

Asked about stories, Esma had to think. Was it a challenge? Would they judge her answer? She furrowed her brow battling between the doubts and fears of not making a good impression and simultaneously digging through her memory to find any story she had heard or liked. Multi-tasking was not easy and she came up with nothing. "No," she shook her head.