Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

"Runs in the family, I guess," Wraen remarked, wondering, if Arcturus just watched them or he knew constellations, could read the patterns and all of the other minute things. Jarilo - if she recalled correctly - had been good at those things. Or Charon. She chuckled, never having thought that she would come to a point in her life, where her memory would begin to fail her. It seemed that the capacity of it was not limitless after all.

"A year is a lifetime. Many things could happen and I would have no say in it at all," Wraen replied cryptically and shrugged. "I mean, if I had asked you this question... in fact, I do recall telling you at some point that you need to leave Moonspear and see the world. In a not too distant past. And a certain someone told that it would never happen. At that point life a year away would seem the same. And yet here you are," she said. "With this in mind... perhaps, next year... Nah... that's too far off," she stopped her musings. 

"But I can tell you that this time tomorrow I will have a lunch date with Maia. Sisters only event," she said. "Name one mythical creature that you would want to have a sparring session with?" from serious to playful, Wraen figured that by mentioning Moonspear she might have been a little tactless and hurt Arcturus's feelings.