"Hey," she was glad they ran into each other rather quick. Though they only saw each other a few moments ago, "lover boy gone? I had some other business to talk to you about." Watching them get googly eyes over each other wasn't something she would rather see and simply did 'i'm outtie,' before vanishing into the willows.
Though it doesn't look like he isn't around, so supposed might get the chance before their Queen runs off for more duties.
"Alright sweet," Orlaith said, grinning during Lumiya's coughing. She didn't really think anything bad was said, as honestly those two were so close anytime that Lumiya wasn't busy, she was seen with Dante. While the guard herself chose to be out of betrothal, she could so seen one appearing for those two. Perhaps when time was more stable, however tensions were rather rough.
"We don't have many warriors," a topic they once touched, "so I thought to make a group amongst our allies, purely of warriors to make up for this." The flaming guard started to touch upon the topic, she was rather proud and excited upon it. Her pride at the moment was unmatched. Instead of a usual burning flame, she was like a simple light, brightening up upon her idea's.
"Honeyed Sabers, from all our allies- to work through defenses and discuss offenses as well." Orlaith of course, as the Queen Bee.
"Fionn is already with it, but i'm hoping to add allies as we go." With the abundent of wolves amongst all the allies, she felt more confident on forming this unofficial group. It definitely gave her more confidence on their lack of defense if held a mutual bond of guardianship. However, while there was a mutual group, they weren't in the court all the time.
She hoped that with the balance of warriors, leaning and learning against each other, it would perhaps give lone wolves an initiative to join any of the allies, specifically the court, to join. A fabled dream she would like, "it's a work in progress."
"Don't call me Orla," The fire-fae raised her brow on the Queen's sleeping, and dazed words. Many of the court seemed to enjoy calling this name once her parents picked it out long ago, but she never had an inkling toward it. It felt too personal, she thought, and always told others to 'piss off,' when they tried.
With a sigh following, "Aight', goodnight," and a wave off, she was out. Leaving the other to their sleep.