"These Twists and Turns of Fate". You get to decide because... her wish and stuff, yup.
"Okay, I think this is everything you asked. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
At the sound of Sissel's voice, Gytana looked up from the old, slightly-wet book she held. "yEp! jest pUt Et al rYt thEr!"
She'd found the book next to a slow river, half-buried in thick mud. Pulling it out and flipping through it, she'd determined it to be some sort of spellbook, full of odd, fanciful-sounding rituals one could do if they wanted certain effects. Excited, she'd called Sissel and eagerly explained that she wanted to try the "Fire-based procedure enabling the granting of wishes for two persons," and asked if Sissel could join her and bring supplies. Highly skeptical, but feeling up to companionship, Sissel had gathered the arcane-sounding items and liquids and set out to meet her friend at the desired spot. "So what next, then? What's your magic book say?"
"wEl…" Gytana squinted, struggling to read the oddly-written text. Smiling a little, she pulled out a matchbook. "…i thEnk we set eT all on fYre!" Before Sissel could protest, Gytana had lit a match and tossed it onto the pile. Almost instantly the fire roared up, making the two trolls leap back. "oK, naU yu rIte yEr wysh on thYs, and thrO et in," Gytana said, handing a tiny piece of paper to Sissel. Pondering for a moment, the older troll searched her mind for something to wish for, should this strange-sounding process work (which, of course, it wouldn't.) Finally settling on the only thing she could think of, she scribbled on the paper and tossed it in. "And now I'm guessing we wait?"
Hours passed as the two trolls sat by the warmth of the fire chatting, sharing stories, and laughing. The sky slowly darkened as afternoon turned to night. Soon the only sound left was the crackling of the still-healthy fire. Sissel let out a small yawn. "It's getting a bit late. Would you like to come to my hive for some cake? I just made it yesterday, and we can chat a bit more."
Minutes later, the fire had been put out and the two trolls were walking down the path to the oliveblood's hive. "dEd yur wish cOm trU?" Gytana asked, smiling widely. Sissel slid her hands in her pockets as she walked and smiled back. "If I told you, it won't come true. That's how it works right?"
Gytana smiled again, slowing down and walking behind Sissel. Reaching in her captchalogue, she retrieved a small, burnt piece of paper she'd pulled from the remains of the fire. Carefully, she unfolded it. "A beSt frEnd," she read quietly to herself.