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

She knew that the protection she was offering was not one of physicality - no matter if she'd gotten her parents' build or not, Lumi was not a fighter and would probably never become one. No the protection she offered was laced with morals and peace, a secure safety net for those she deemed worthy or in need of it. Though the painted lady, spirit of the river and speaker of the language she could not understand, seemed not in need of such protection, but she was indeed worthy.

The fae assumed that their meeting had come to an end, but Lale thought differently. The sprite of a girl tipped her head in question and slight confusion, but then smiled. She felt Loinnir shift and plop his fluffy body down on the ground. He strutted towards Lale carefully, a swagger in his step Lumi had not seen before (though seeing him walk or fly was a rare occurrence, as the beast was incredibly lazy). She turned to Lale then. Don't tell me you've grown to like this mangy bird? She chuckled, referring to Loinnir.