Emberflame Ridge Negotiate a peace, or negotiate a time and place

One ashen ear twisted and turned towards the sky; she'd never heard such a distinctive call before, only from Loinnir did she ever hear a hoot or screech that resembled some kind of answer to her questions. Speaking of her feathered friend, with a big swoop did he land 'pon a nearby branch, hopping over onto her back when she passed. Something had distressed him, but what still remained a mystery. Was it safe to carry on?

The answer came in a fit of guffaw, revealing a softly painted lady, making her way across to her. She speaks eloquently, but whatever was spoken the fae did not understand - not until the translation, or so she assumed it to be. She was left confused and a bit flabbergasted by the forward approach, visibly sinking into the hind quarters of her tiny frame. I'm Lumiya. She answered, though usually she was more talkative than that. She noticed the lady's friend - so did Loinnir who made an interested hoot at the sight. What's your companion called?