The Sunspire Do you see these eyes, when have you known me to cry?

The moment Maia released her grasp Wraen slid out and away from her, for the fear of getting squashed again. She looked her sister up and down, as if estimating and evaluating her, and then said: "Definitely not - they stink. More like Valkyrie." Feeling a little stiff, she stretched thoroughly and finished the routine by shaking her coat. "Remember about them - the Choosers of the slain?" she asked - battle stories being Sarah's favorites for a while, she wondered, if Maia had pried Osprey for the very same tales.