The fae fluttered about in their realm, touched by earthquakes and famines but the disasters had left little impact. It proved to the queen the lands were strong and unwavering, like the mountains they were set besides. The young woman found solace within the confines of the willows' branches and the company she had found herself in. She was trailing along the border when the other was in sight, but Lumi was lost in thoughts and did not notice the other - also because no one had called for an audience.

Yes, it annoyed the queen so many disrespected their borders - but she was a forgiving soul. She rarely forgot, but forgiving was something else. It took quite a lot to truly make the little fae get her rage on, even though her only threats were the power she'd accumulated and her words that could sting and stab like poison and knives. She would soon learn that her words had an impact, sometimes also a negative one.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by a voice, one not belonging to one of her faeries. Lumi circled the stranger, knowing she had to set a boundary. Follow me. She said sternly, but it was hard to shake the gentle tone of her voice. She planned on escorting the trespasser out of their territory, then letting her speak. There would be no chit-chatting in their forest with someone that disrespected their borders, not before they were out of it.

You're not in trouble. Lumi reassured kindly as she escorted the girl. Trespassers could only thank their gods that they'd run into the little Lumiya and not her fiery guardian that had a harsher approach when it came to these kinds of things. She didn't think bad of Orla for it, they simply had different ways of handing things; both were valid in her humble opinion. Would it surprise you that others have said the same thing? She chuckled lightly, finding the coincidences to be amusing. There must've been some flourishing packs here in the past - it must mean good luck, don't you think?