Hushed Willows Pick a place to die where it's high and dry

Lumi swore she could smell someone being near to her, but didn't know what to do about it other than hope it wasn't a hostile force also trying to claim the willows for their own. Much like Eilonwy, she felt like she belonged there - perhaps even more so than under the ruling of the original faerie queen. There were no words to accurately describe the nature around her - the mountains that sheltered it, the life-promising streams, the ledges - but most importantly, she spotted a tunnel or a cave through the whispering leafs.

To get there, she had to cross the rest of the territory - if Eilonwy hadn't settled where she had, the fae would most likely not have found her. She stuck her nose through the curtain of leafs, only spotting the other when she stared her directly in the face - though the girl's was upside down. A noise that resembled a shocked yelp was given as Lumiya awkwardly stumbled backwards - having been spooked by the sudden appearance of another (even though she had been the one intruding). Loinnir was nearly flung off her back in the process, but remained hanging onto her shoulder as she tried to regain her posture. Oh dear - Oh my - Excuse us!