Sun Mote Copse Octarine light

The strong wind and heavy rainfalls of the day ceased by nightfall, the sky cleared and Wraen left the comfortable, warm and dry den of hers to stretch her legs. The copse was almost quiet, save for the background sound of rustling leaves and raindrops falling off them. She inhaled the cold and earthy smell typical for autumn and smiled to herself. Despite the approaching winter and troubles that they would face, this was her favourite season. Spring brought tiredness, but in autumn Wraen was born anew.

She came to the edge of the forest and after inspecting some border marking and tracks left by late night visitors, she sat down to observe the area. And just happened so to lift her head and catch sight of fantastic greenish lights dancing against the dark blue background of the night-sky. Aurea borrealis was not so impressive here as it would have been further up north, but there still was plenty to see and enjoy. Wraen's gaze followed the patterns the lights drew and enjoyed the beauty.