Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

Phox had retained an amazing resilience, while living with two very bossy women, and Wraen gave him credit for not letting her walk all over him now too. Even if it was just a game and done for the sake of fun. "Rude words, petty lies and... Santa Claus is not real," but she would not be her, if she did not retaliate a little after he had taken reins of the game out of her hand. "But one thing I would tell them - the magic word is "Pretty please!"" 

"I guess it is my turn again," she said, looking around, searching for something to catch her attention and that would inspire her for the next challenge. And such object appeared in the form of an oddly shape rock and a tree that was growing on top of it. "What happened to him?" she pointed to the odd formation and asked Phox to come up with a three word story about it.