"Oh hey, its you," Orlaith had been gone for quite some time, but the place was always familiar. She made sure to ingrain the land within one's mind, and surely felt at peace with the terrian. Though during her adventures while familiarizing with the willows, she had met a lil' mouse that was intended to be a snack, but instead the fire fae spunned a tail of warriors, and forgot to feast. So he escaped, but every once in a while, she thought to recognize the lil' brown mouse.

"Here for another tale?" The warrior chortled, as it started to become a habit to share a story to smaller one. Her urge to eat him had long been gone, and rather enjoyed the company, "the same, yeah?"

"and so the prince came back! He had heard what thethe newly crowned king has been doing! Demanded the throne, but alas! It was not an easy feat, for not everyone knew, that the prince, caused the previous King's death." A story amongst warriors! Even someone as small as this critter, would dream to be a mighty one, "and he threatened to share the prince's history. But he cared not, and so they fought. A coward the King was, as he pleaded for his life, and threw his companions away, blaming them for his misdeeds. So the Prince did.. Except, his 'companions,' were the ones to finish him off."

Orlaith lifted the brown mouse with her paw, and grinned, "and so the Prince, became the King. He was forgiven."

The mouse, most likely sensing a wolf, scurried off without a word. The fire fairy of course, could smell the other draw near, and looked over with a dull look. Unfamiliar to Orlaith, he was not the lady of lilacs, or the previous familarities of wolves, "who are you?" Though he greeted her more friendly term, she stood up with an imposing look toward him, in a dominating stance to tower over the stranger. Her voice indicated more of a demand, then of a question.

Orlaith made no indicationg of hiding the fact she surveyed the male, cleary glossing over his being. Smaller then most males, but perhaps more useful then the one she knew of. However, he was damaged, in the way of scars and blindness. Damaged, in an honorable way of the fighter she assumed. Nontheless, even if she thought a bit better of this stranger, she still stood tall and firm, imposing as a warrior.

She looked toward him with a more disdained, definitely not appreciating he took on a more dominating stance, then the more submissive one she demanded. Even upon his introduction, the fire guard remained silent, eyeing him before and judging. She always thought, as before in the realm, she was part of the guard, and determined to lead when the time comes for their forming. Definitely to prove herself toward Lumiya, and she didn't like anyone trying to challenge this fact.

Memory, the name was noted, "I am Orlaith, guard of Seelie Court." She did not greet warmly, but remained stoic, despite the scorn in her olive gaze.

She was unsurprised he asked, as she wasn't hiding her disdained gaze. A neutral face, could not hide the fury she held between her olives, as she was fire itself, in the form of a physical being. One to serve the court, and the fairies that dwell within. Orlaith couldn't out-right say she didn't approve anyone, who did not show submissive traits to her, so she tried to eloquently say it.

"I do not appreciate a wolf," the fire-fairy emphasized on word, as she felt he was not of the fae's, "showing me, with a challenging stance." 

Orlaith did not like when strangers, did not bend to her will while in their realm.

She snorted. He was like the rest of the outsiders, they join a pack and do not learn their customs, nor' who to respect. Orlaith would've let him in peace, maybe gotten along if he not rose against her, and showed an attempt at dominance. Despite being new, he dared to spat foul words and wouldn't lay to be submissive. She felt offended, she was no Queen of the realm, but she was a sovereign! A warrior of the ashes, burning from the fire of the very wild!

"I am their protector against what is, it does not matter, light, or dark, if they harm the realm, or the fairies, I will face them!" She felt fortified in her the decision she was to make, now that Fionn had made an appearence. While he stepped forward, she already became in a stance she was born to, a center of balance to her prepareness, ears tucked alongst her tail as she snarled at the foe. She looked over at Fionn, in the hope for back-up, "Those who go against me, will meet the fangs of this court!"

The fire fairy lunged at Memory! If he did not back down, she was prepared to make him do so. Her aim was toward his neck, perhaps a fatal attack, but what she wished to do was drag him to the ground, and forcibly make him bow. Humilation, was the key of her success, and rough-housing to show who was dominant.

Of the charcoal and flames, hinted with the snow of winter. Teeth blessed with the stain of rubies, as the blood trickled down her icy chest as she successfully had grabbed and wounded, before he escaped. Orlaith growled, as he flipped over to counter-attack, she had thought to throttle back toward his neck, but miscalculated as he bent low, and grabbed at her foreleg. Instead the fire-fairy most likely had launched a scrap against his face, even ear, as she started a fury of attacks to grab his face. She winced at the pain, but he was now there to be kept.

Fionn in the back, the same attempt as he tried to sink into Memory's haunches, but did not preform a deep wound, looking more of a graze. She only peaked toward the silver fae, as the other started to speak, "Any who enter, goes through Lumiya, but face me before further into our realm. I do not want the court to be tainted by troublesome wolves. That is my duty, as the guard."

"Are you becoming an enemy, or will you bow?" She spoke through the relentless snaps she went onto him, most of warning bites then of actual flesh piercing tears. However the threat was there, and she waited for an answer.

Orlaith was quick to get away, she threw him off like a raging bull. There was a bloodthirst in her eyes, wanting to tarnish this foe and drag him out for all to see. It was an easy feat, especially with two against one. Though she didn't come out without an injury, as while her neck was only scratched, her leg had been damaged, she knew it would take a few days to heal. 

"Insolent," the woman hissed through her teeth, circling him. Olives gave a glance to Fionn that she was completely ready to hit for vitals, but the foe backed up. Saying 'it wasn't worth it,' for Lumiya's case. A monologue of words how they would only bow down to the Queen.

"I will never accept you here," she declared. Memory was walking away, but for a moment, the flaming wolf wanted to attack even more-so. She wanted to finish this fight.