Firefly Glen North Polar Bear

"Telling real stories is esaier," Wraen agreed, thinking about her sister Sarah, who preferred biographies and accurate descriptions of history to dragons, unicorns, fairies and warlocks. Then Vela cornered her by being the first to ask for a story, catching her off guard, because she had sort of expected for Ostrega girl to speak first. 
 
"Let me think,"  she bided time, going through memories and realizing that it was neiter an easy search, nor were there any particular facts from her biography that stood out. Her life had been a happy one and therefore she took happiness for granted.

"There are quite few that are my favourites... umm... I recall an evening in late autumn, it was just before dark, cold and misty and me and my mom were walking through the forest and she was telling me, how once a year, after the fall equinox, spirits of the dead are allowed to roam the Earth and visit their living relatives," she told. "I was very young then and was scared, but having my mother by my side made me feel very safe. I believed that no mea ghost would dare to cross paths with her," she finished.

"What about you - best memory of yours?" she asked.