King Elk Forest Hurry up, we are dreaming!

"Poor Willy was..." Wraen paused and with her brow furrowed she tried to come up with a good solution to the poem, which did not come easy, even with all her experience in story-telling. "... swimming through realm of dreams, while Wise one put her together seam after seam," whatever the last word meant, it rhymed at least. 

"And once he had finished and said the spell, Old Willy from Womples awoke feeling well," she finished victoriously. "But there is more to the story that we need to tell..." she left it for Maia to finish.