Broken Antler Fen Absolute zero

Wraen did not understand Tambourine's reference right away and only, when he plopped down in the grass to enjoy a hearty roll in it, did she realize that he had been joking. No longer a child or a reckless youngster, she did not join him in the activity, but lied down carefully a little away from him and watched his antics with an amused smile. He was a good sport and, who knew, how things would have gone, had they stuck together after meeting for the first time all those years ago. There was no way of turning the time back now. 

She spent the rest of the afternoon in Tambourine's company and, when they grew tired, shared another good green spot of grass to bask in the warm sunlight of the afternoon in April. Before she closed her eyes, she noted, how very much life is about thousands of small and simple pleasures.