Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

"Only today and only because I am feeling generous," Wraen grinned at him, glad that he had not asked to name all the cousins his uncle Peregrine and aunt Fox had created in their prime. She knew few and had not ever seen the rest in the eye. 

"We can take a break now and admire the scenery for a bit," she told him, when the two of them had reach a very nice corner of the lake. The trees gave way and one could have a good view of the ice-clad landscape all the way to the other side. 

"I wish that the spring-time came sooner. I miss the sun and warmth. Mosquitoes not so much..." she said with longing in her voice. "And I really want to see, how this place is going to change too, when the snow melts. Another "first" for me."