The Sunspire the top.

Last time she came, the warrior ripped out her emotions in a hollar of sadness. She casted away the anger and the resentment she held for the previous land, the realm that Orlaith was born in. She found a new realm, just down the mountains in a place of wispful grass and willows around- a quaint place for the faries of the grove.

However, sometimes she felt out of place. She was of ember and ash, she was the guardian, a warrior, a fire fairy! Protection to what Orlaith holds dear, and to the land as well. She held respect for nature, and could hear the whispers of the earth, just as all their kind can do- but, she didn't hold it as close as most. So peaceful were they all. Only Aoibh was different, but even then...

She's such an asshole sometimes.

It was exhausting to either constantly be on shells, or have a battle of words. It felt difficult for the battle fae to really feel, close to anyone. She especially so withdrew these past months, but still did her duty, as Orlaith would always do.