Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

even though it was a basic greeting of their kind, arcturus' heart somersaulted as wraen's nose brushed him.

he kept an ear turned to her as she spoke - first of maia, and then of a club he somehow was eligible for. he was genuinely surprised to hear of maia's praise, but maybe his time with wraen had been put to good use. after all, she was the source of all stories, and arcturus listened to every one with rapt ear and heart.

"she must not have listened to many good story tellers, then." arcturus quipped. he would always lack the elusive token that was a deep imagination -- but when pressed, arcturus could draw from his own life experiences, which he often found more relatable than some high queen in an imaginary world. "oh? and what is the initiation?"