"Lumiya." The girl said, greeting slightly with a calm voice, but hiding the eagerness she held within. It was like a popping of embers, she only wanted to say it out, but tried to remain calm. She needed her point across, if she demanded something, there would be nothing out of it.
Orlaith needed to prove something.
"Do you remember when you recruited me? Promised a position in the court, the lead of guards?" It was the one thing the flaming fae wanted, a simple position ontop of them. It had taken while for them to form, but here they were- finally a full team, with Lumiya, as their Queen.
"But, it doesn't feel like it," but no. There was no guards, and only pure disrepect. She remembered Memory quite clearly, who refused to bow despite claiming the leadership so. Then the cougars, who refused to respond because she held simply no power. The refusal she couldn't speak at terms, because she would mess up as a simple guard, "Memory.. The cougars.. The meetings.. Everyone."
"I have a request."
Orlaith stood tall, a determined gaze to the Queen.
"I want to be an equal." She said, staring the Queen in the eye, "I want to be an equal beside you." She was tired of no one listening. In the end despite trying to rain a rule, to keep a peace, nothing would matter if she didn't have a title behind it. The cougars refused to listen to, continuing to demand a Queen, and then there was Memory, the same way.
She could not do much without a question behind, and a laugh toward her actions. Because she was just a guard.
"I want to be a Queen- not to take over your realm, but to hold a title, of respect."
"Do you think I haven't done anything?" Orlaith snapped at the Queen, her fangs curling out, "who guards the borders every night? Who answers border calls? Who protect your realm?" She had been so stressed and exhausted from it all, the constant feeling of their willows being attacked. And she, the flaming guard, coming forth.
"Who makes sure the right wolves come in? Memory, right? I knew he wasn't good, yet you still let him in." And she judged those who were coming forward. The Queen welcomed all with open arms, but in the end, not all were good for the court. He was one, but many could come in the future.
"And yet, I do all that, and I still can't get the respect I deserve. In the end, they always call for the Queen!" She felt disrespected how Lumiya treated her so. She saw the words as something that Orlaith did not have respondsibilties like the Queen has. However she firmly believed, she worked just as hard, "My word means nothing unless there is a title to back it up!"
"You believe everything can be solved by words, but sometimes, that is not the case." Especially looking upon to The Saints, where everytime Orlaith met, she fought. The words they speak mean nothing with the actions they have caused, and in the end she treats them the same way.
Orlaith laughed. A sad, long, laugh, "I scream, and I yell, what else is there to do? They don't listen unless you are Queen, you're fucking majesty." Her temper had gone over the edge now, as the words that was spewed sounded like the other 'valued' her, but didn't see the way she saw it. She was a guard, protect to the willows, but how can one protect, when no one listens to a commanders words?
"I could've even get one to look at me without the title of a ruler. Even with talking! What do you expect me to do, when words fail as well?" That's how it felt. Whenever words failed, she would resort into violence, because no one else listened otherwise. Orlaith had a voice, that was never listened to- it was how she felt it was.
Even if she didn't have the title of Queen, the flaming fae- no. She didn't feel like a 'faerie' anymore. She wanted something to prove her worth. "Alright. Then you protect the borders with you words."
"No, you don't." Orlaith said, holding her disdain, "if you listened. There would be more warriors, more protection, and not others coming in freely." She still held bitterness over Memory. She didn't know who originally brought him in, but there was the factor he was allowed to stay. Then there was the thought of Kincaid, who simply was allowed in without a thought-
the borders were far too open.
"And you don't understand my worth." Orlaith tried so hard, she wanted to guard the fairies, the borders, protect the realm. How she did before- the respect she wanted. However, it was never there, anything she would say, would be given with a side-eye, with a question. She could not simply lead the warriors, how she wanted so.
She just wanted a rank to follow what she had done! It didn't even have to be Queen- but there was nothing else besides so.
"I'm leaving."
"To find somewhere that will value me."
"You think one morning will change anything?" She scoffed at the Queen's attempt to calm down- the usual. However, she was of fire and ember, the rage was neverending. She still held the endless grudge against The Saints, so why would she back down on this, "I was gone for a few days. Thinking about this y'know."
It was laughable, and she did laugh, "no," The wolf said, "I think we are done here." Talking was not her fortune, and was not something that would simply change in a matter of seconds, minutes or even days. She felt hardened, and resolved, despite a heavy rain that swelled within.
With that being said, and a heavy heart to her feiry heart, she was.. Done. With it all, and ready to set out. Somewhere, not with the fairies, and somewhere, she can strive to be something she so desired to be.
She didn't believe Lumiya, and only huffed at her ploy, "You say no only to say yes the next day?" It was laughable, and felt shameful for it. It's teasing something she couldn't have, only to decieve and pull the cards on a later date. She didn't like how deceitful it felt, how disrespectful. It was like she trampled on her pride, and near feelings. The courage to work this up- the feeling of being powerless..
Orlaith felt saddened. The pain visibly broke onto her face, that she had to turn around, and away from the fae.
"I respect you as the wolf I once knew, but not the Queen you've become."
Then, she runs. It was too much now.