Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

"Well, that is a story I have not heard yet," Wraen told Maia in a somewhat friendly-accusing manner, leaving the frozen Prince Charming for someone else to free and kiss, and making her way up. The snow in the eyes did not help much, she blinked few times, shook her head and sneezed: "You are a jerk, you know that!" She insulted her - again in a playful manner, because she would have done the same thing were their roles reversed.

"Okay," she said, when she had reached the same level Maia was, and sat down. "There is some fish for us to sort. I remember distinctly someone instructing me about having a boyfriend cool enough, but how is it so that you forgot to tell me that someone had blown you off your feet already?" she cocked her head to the side. "I want to hear every word, every detail. Go on!"