Sun Mote Copse Octarine light

That's cute, I had never heard that before!

Avery wasn't surprised when Wraen was quickly able to fulfill her quest; rather, she was excited and pleased as the caregiver began unspooling another series of yarns. She mentioned that it was something of a game she and her mother had constructed, and Avery thought she might like to try that with Finley sometime -- or anyone, really. She imagined that she and Sugar could probably come up with some pretty cool stories if they tried.

Wraen talked about snow, the wind's children, and a familiar facial feature of all wolves. Avery absently reached up to touch her own upper lip with her paw, feeling the groove that Wraen spoke of. She gave a short exhalation of laughter as she looked up at Wraen. "I like that one," she replied.

Her gaze strayed skyward again, where the lights were still dancing. "It's n-neat that there are stories about d-different things -- not just the sky," she commented, since their conversation that evolved in quite a natural way from its point of origin.