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"Time flies, indeed," Wraen said with a playful smile. "It was only yesterday, when it was warm and hot, and sunlight was filling every nook and cranny, look, what's left of it now," she added, looking over Slavik's shoulder at, what was supposedly a firefly and feeling quite surprised to see one of the insects in the middle of winter. The temperatures had not been exactly freezing, but still - didn't arthropods prefer spring and summer? But there were many peculiar things in the world that made no sense and Wraen accepted that this was simply one of them.

"How has life treated you?" she asked him, because he did not look too bad for the season and she had made out at least one piece of information without him saying it aloud. He was a Moonspearan now.