Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

"I am glad too... truly," Wraen shot Phox a sincere smile and then settled in a comfortable silence with him, watching the cold winter sun make it's gradual descent over the horizont. She may have recalled a story of Helios and his majestic walk all over the blue bowl of sky to return to his gold-clad den in the evening. She may have remembered and shared a tale of Skoll and Hati - two wrathful demons of Chaos - chasing Sol and Mani - the sun and moon. And, how once they caught up with the two, they would devour them whole and Ragnarok - the end of the world would begin. Come to think of it - here in the north there were so many stories about the sun, the most precious of the deities, that Wraen suddenly realize, she was happy to have so many wide open spaces here at the fen to greet the marvelous celestial, whenever she wished, and see it coming and going in every season. 

After a pleasant afternoon spent together, she saw Phox off to the borders and cordially invited him to come again for a visit. 

Thanks! :)