Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

"No need to keep that frown on your handsome face," Wraen grinned at him cheekily, amused by his defensive manner and the fact that she had managed to ruffle his feathers a bit. "There is a myth going around," she let her voice go down to a conspirational whisper, "that you might get that expression plastered there forever."

So much for quitting with the fairy-tale telling. She thought that Epic would be proud of her, if he saw her here now. "You may not be a child - that is true, but I have a feeling that I am still way older than you. Be it an eternity or couple of years," she pointed out, for once feeling that her age was an advantage. Especially if it meant being annoying to over-serious yearlings.

"With that said - I will take some liberties. Sorry in advance, habit of the old people," she finished, watching him with a careful and measured gaze. She might be carelessly throwing witticisms around and teasing the guy mercilessly, but at the same time he was in the process of being tested and evaluated according to Wraen's own scale of awesomeness in regards of people.