Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

"Time flies" is probably the most overused saying in the English language (and I am pretty sure than in others too), but one that is true to the core, true for every generation of the past, present and future, and there is no better alternative to it. Wraen had no way of knowing the exact day she had been born, but she counted springs to keep a track and on this particular day it came as a surprise that with four years under her belt, the fifth had begun.

You would not tell from her looks that she had aged much, save for the consistently calm and leve look in her eyes and in the way she made no unnecessary steps or activities. No longer was the world be an endless source of wonder that she had to discover right there, right now. Quite often nowadays she would rather have a rest in a sunlit bed of soft moss than go out and explore. Or perch on a very good observation points along the borders for hours at time, watching, listening and thinking. 

She tired from boisterous and energetic kids more easily, and enjoyed her moments of peace, quiet and solitude. Wraen had gone even so far that she knew all the best places in Sun Mote Copse, where you could hide and remain unnoticed by others until you decided to wake and present yourself to the world again. Wraen was sleeping in one such place now - there was an old tree standing on the edge of the river-bank, earth had been washed out underneath it's roots during spring floods. She had come across this place, when the water levels had dropped, and seeing the potential in it, she had dug out a hollow in the soft sand. 

There she had sought out shelter from the heat of the day and was nursing her sore limbs that had suffered, during a hefty play in Niamh's piranha pool. The sound of rushing water nearby blocked out Arcturus's footsteps as he had come close to her hiding place, therefore she was blissfully unaware that soon her nap would be interrupted.