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Having spent a nice day with Vela, Wraen was on her way to meet Maia at a designed spot a day's worth journey away. She had to admit that Charon's daughter was a very captivating person, that she would wish to keep her as a friend and meet again. Despite the dangers and all the rational reasons, why it would not be such a good idea. There was just this something about her...

...or Wraen's inner clock was so desperate that it made her see every person regardless of the gender as potential life-friend. This thought was so amusing that she chuckled to herself. Were she a more superstitious person, she would have thought that she was under a spell. Love-curse, huh? Sounded good. 

Then she spotted a vaguely familiar golden-blonde form in the distance and upon coming closer, Wraen learned that she really knew the guy. They had met somewhere, even though the exact details had escaped her memory. "Hey," she called out to the fellow. "I have a feeling that we have met each other before."