Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

"Are you trying to murder me here?" Wraen feigned shock at such an imprudent request from Phox, who knew (hopefully he did) that she had not got her master storyteller trade by telling tales, which consisted of three words only. But this was a path that she had never expected the game to take. And, frankly speaking, wasn't it also a skill to say, what yo think in few very well chosen words? She had liked the short fiction her cousin had come up with. It was captivating, gave you just enough details to get you hooked and left you plenty of room to come up with a plausible explanation of, what had happened. 

"Life-long learning," she told him, not sure, if life-long counted as one word or two. "Name your three oldest siblings!" she challenged him, giving an appearance that she knew all of Phox's family tree, when in reality he could tell any name and he would have to believe him.