Sun Mote Copse Story of how wren became the chief of all birds

Epic gets Wraen's post No.1700!

"Never thought about it that way," Wraen shrugged, but the verb itself was utterly amusing. Trolling someone, huh? Think of the possibilities with other mythical creatures! Unicorning, maybe? Sounded a bit ambiguous. Or... elfing? Dwarfing? No, that one would not do, it had an adjective tied to it already. "But on that matter - if I have an Epic for a friend and we go on an adventure - does this mean we are Epic-ing?" she teased him in a jovial manner and bumped her hip against his.

"Well, do not count on tiny-feet. There are some super big trolls as well. Their footprint can be twice your size," she warned him, though in reality she had not the slightest idea, what a troll was and what did it look like. "You do? Does it smell like dirty and smelly feet?" she asked, sniffing the air curiously as well, but not sensing anything yet.