The fae was freshening up at the Pond of Reflections, a stunning new discovery inside their little retreat. The water was so clear it acted as a mirror and frog songs were plentiful and beautiful. She was casually spying on a pair of ducks - she could tell one was female and the other was male. She saw herself and Dante in them, the way they interacted. Surely they were a couple? Were Dante and her one too? Gods, she'd never felt like this about anyone before.

The tired fae queen was simply resting there - one could probably smell the smoke of the gears in her head turning, trying to think of the best move forward. Was Hua alright? Had she gathered their troops? Could anyone please come and distract her?

She hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings - she was far too engaged in the affairs before her. The male duck ran his beak through the female's feathers, patting her softly on the head and then continued to prune her. The female in turn, ran her beak through the feathers on his chest and quaked softly. They froze in their embrace, closing their eyes before Bridget came and spoke loudly enough to spoke both them and the fae that had been rudely spying. The couple flew off without a goodbye, probably returning to their nest somewhere near the denning area.

The fae was surprised Bridget had run into her, but happy to see her nonetheless. She was gone most of the time she'd notice, but as she'd said to Valiant before; the court was a retreat, not a prison. Gosh, did Bridget even know about all the things that had been brewing?

She chuckled, a slight blush settling over her cheeks. They're not the most fascinating creatures, but they did look awfully cute. She responded fairly. How have you been Bridget? We haven't seen you around much — enjoying yourself?

Bridget probably knew more about herbs and plants than herself - so far, she'd only been good at finding pretty flowers or things with a magnificent scent like lavender or mint. She was glad to hear that the blonde girl was enjoying herself though, even if she was scouting most of the time. Happy to hear that. She commented truthfully, not dismissively.

The wind fae nodded in agreement. Even if they had no wounded yet, it was always a good idea to have all kinds of herbs available for when something did go wrong. Her expression soon turned grim however, when the other asked about the ongoing events of the court. I'm afraid it's not good news. The mountains, our allies and us are being terrorized by a new pack - The Saints, they call themselves. It was better to be upfront about it then lie about the severity of the situation. A war might even come of it, if they do not heed our warnings and move someplace else.

From what I understand, they think us weak, for we are not like them. She answered, clearly not believing it herself. If anything, those who strove to to mend conflict with words and kindness were much stronger than those who used violence and fear. The fae queen was disappointed there were still individuals like that, even when her family had moved away from the Wilderness. She knew not how to retaliate; these wolves could not be reasoned with, even if her arguments came from a place of truth, wisdom and understanding. What did her court expect of her in times like these? Charge into battle, throwing away all she stood for? Try and remain peaceful yet defiant?

A series of agreeing nods were given, but uncertainty was still clear in her expression. She wanted them all to be safe, and with those wolves near they certainly weren't. I just hope we'll be safe here. She wasn't looking forward to a potential move - especially not with this forest being so beautiful and exactly what the court needed. Not that I doubt you and the other warriors won't do a good job of defending us. She clarified.

Not worrying... that was easier said than done. It seemed that nowadays, all she did was worry about the future. At least it distracted her from the past, but if it was only horrible scenarios she could muster up, well, then she'd rather be stuck with the equally horrifying memories she already had - thank you very much.

She shook her head. I wouldn't be too sure - the pack near the coast told me they've actively hunted their kind down. Their teeth aren't just for show I'm afraid.