Whitefish River Such Small Scenes

Her neck dipped, plants placed tenderly upon the earth, straightening to greet him but cut short by the arrival of Chai. 

Liri had yet to truly speak to the forest nymph, beyond words of passing, but she was rather fond of the girl already. There was something inherently youthful about her - even if it was clear that she was a woman grown. She was a fresh breathe of spring air, much needed cheerfulness after a life spent in horror and grief - even if Olvida could only remember such pain in her dreams. 

Thus, she greeted the mirthful fae with a kind, welcoming smile - tail wags increase in tempo. 

She turned back to Tobi, answering him with, "Aye, I was the first of his recruits and Chai was shortly after."

"Some call me Liri, others Olvida. You may call me either - or something entirely new if you'd wish," she offered with a gentle tilt of her freckled crown. 

She was coming to learn her identity had less to do with her name and more to do with her being - it mattered not what they called her, so long as it was packmate.