Whitefish River Demand satisfaction - if they apologize, no need for further action

Lumiya had never seen the sea - had never even climbed a mountain until a few weeks ago. She was experiencing the world like a newborn, exploring every nook and cranny she could stick her mystifying head in. That was how she had found her companion, by actively looking for something. She didn't know what it was yet, be it a soulmate or a purpose, but she knew that whenever it would come to her she'd know what her destiny had in store. For her mother, her destiny had been laid out the moment she had laid eyes on her father. The sprite, however, hoped her destiny entailed something more... interesting.

Her train of thought halted and her heart fluttered. She flowed in her movements as she turned to see who had come to greet her so unexpectedly, Loinnir poking his adorable head out from behind her neck. Excuse us. She nearly sang, her voice a mix of tranquility and allure. The other almost looked part of the wintertide landscapes, were it not for the rivers of gilt strands that weaved into her ashen coat - her eyes like frozen pools brimming with knowledge yet laced with secrecy.