"You didn't, until you pissed in the willows, and yelled during the meeting between the two." He really didn't do anything until those two moments. However even if he wasn't in the saints, those incidents alone would make him a bad guy, that Orlaith would've chased out regardless. Of course, the more anger in the situation was definitely caused by via' association.

"As long as you're with them, you'll always be clumped with them you know." She could only shrug her shoulders at it all. Orlaith even attacked Derg for simply being associated, as she wanted to give a fair warning to the saints. However it simply bit her back at the meeting, and gave her a bad name. She didn't regret it, because she didn't regret attacking anyone who bares their name.

As much as she may now feel more calm with Riley, the flaming wolf didn't regret inflicting his injury. He still, disrespected their court.

"I don't hate you either," now talking more, the fire subsided, "but I hate you're group," however, that part didn't change. Even if they never personally did wrong, she didn't like how they stood. The arrogancy that twirly-tailed man held was something she disliked as soon as she saw him, and knowing the dissaray at the coast, she found no reason to like them.

"Then what do you hate?" Orlaith would've thought he would hate her especially, after causing a wound amongst his side. Or at least the court, and their 'soggy trees,' that she rather liked. It was definitely a beautiful place, but at times, she was definitely out of place. A fire amongst the breeze, they were all like wind-nympths and water-fae's, while she was the only fire fairy.

Though now, she doesn't claim to be a fairy anymore. Even the old court, she didn't feel right calling herself a fairy. She was a wolf, on fire.

Orlaith looked at him in confusion, trying to piece together. She could feel her back bristle in a rage, with a fire to her face, "Despicable," she commented. It was quite easy when he said 'he,' and 'too young,' she was smart enough to get that much together. It can only be assumed someone touched a young wolf, in ways that she should not have been, "did you find him?"

Then he went on, looking like he hated the whole world. Though she wasn't sure why he hated Lumiya, as in general the Queen hasn't done anything in particular to him, she has done the most damage. He held quite a lot of hate, far more then her own flames, "You don't know who you are?" Though that part in particular, confused her.

"Aren't you, just Riley?" He never properly introduced himself, but it wasn't needed when Donovan gave him a scolding. Orlaith has never been confused about her indentity, she knew who she was. A warrior, one of flames and smoke, a fine wolf; and what she preferred to call herself, a Sovereign. Never once, would she question herself.

"You have a lot of uncertainties despite being a yearling." She was amazed at how much worries he seemed to have. Orlaith, being of simple-minded, didn't think too hard on such subjects. She actually grew a bit dazed on his whole speech and had to momentarily digest it to provide some kind of answer.

"Others gonna define you, but you need to at least know yourself," she shrugged, "I call myself a warrior, and that's how others see me. Not as a fairy, but a guard to the court." Thinking about it, she supposed not too many counted her as a fae-folk, despite directly being born. It was her birth-right to be called a fire-fae. Anyone who said otherwise would be wrong, but she was never one to defend that title.

"So you some kind of.. Stalker?" Since he just watching, kinda seems so.

"No shit, i'd beat your ass if you did." Her senses were quite keen, she doubted the other could skulk in the background to the point Orlaith wouldn't notice. She didn't think he was stalking her, but how he described, kinda grew into some of the habits. Maybe that's why he was such an odd yearling.

"Listen," the flame sighed, "what are you going to do now? I for one, going down the mountains eventually." Orlaith had no intention to laying in the flatlands to the east, as that was the way the court faced. Orlaith didn't want the chance to meet any of the fae's, as they would especially roam in that area, or within the mountains. She had a desire to go west, a less chance to see any there.

Perhaps a new beginning, somewhere. Anywhere, but here. Yet, she couldn't do that yet, as the rain seemed to never end.

"Who is Esme? You keep mentioning them," and Orlaith was generally sick and also curious about them. Even when he was pissing in her willows, he kept mentioning her. Even now, he mentions her constantly. She could only assume it was someone obviously close to him, due to this obsession.

"I dont want to see anybody from the court, especially Lumiya." Since the eastern mountains were generally near their domain, it was easy to leave the peaks. She adored Sunspire, and maybe there would be a day she could rightfully come back, but at the moment, Orlaith wanted to leave the fairies behind.

Orlaith said no more about this 'Esme,' as it was an adequate answer. She shrugged, not asking any further about it so. Thinking about it, she doesn't know if she had 'friends,' to say. Her duty was the most important, and didn't count anyone close, more just acquaintances then anything else. The wolf, wondered why she so attatched.

"I'll think about it, anywhere away from the court," didn't want to think about them, didn't want to meet them, "exploring choices." She knew there was a few packs down that she could check up on, and if nothing seems worth it, might as well seek out Easthollow. Them too? Well, maybe the world just says she has to rise onto her own throne.

The two fell into silence, as their conversation seemed to ended. Though she definitely saw him in a different out-look, despite the fact he did piss on her previous territory, it was somewhat hard to overlook, but if she saw it in another perspective it could've been funny. If it wasn't her fucking territory, anyway. 

She followed his sight, watching the endless raindrops come forth. It seemed like the rain was neverending, and all they could do, was hide away and watch together. To others an odd combination, as once enemies, now simple mutuals keeping themselves dry.