Flycatcher Downs Love without complications galore

It did not matter, how many words one used to express themselves. What mattered was, how well you chose them. Wraen found it facinating, when one could say so much with so few. This was a rare skill that not even she possessed. "Why - thank you - I hope that it stays this way for many years to come," she said in a way, as if making a vow. Maybe - she did. 

"Oh, now you overestimate me - if you asked my brother Terance, he would groan and ask, why couldn't I be easier to live with," she said with a light-hearted chuckle, picturing her brother's face perfectly in her mind. "I think... that we simply click well. Not that any of us are perfect or better than the rest. And... ain't that beautiful? That two imperfect beings meet and create something wonderful together?"