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

The girl she had so rudely intruded on, rose from the earth like a vision. She was not much bigger nor much older than the fae herself, which calmed her to an extent and gave her thoughts a spin. She took a quick whiff, one barely noticeably, and concluded the raccoon-like sprite was alone. So she wasn't the only yearling wandering 'bout 'round these parts, nor was she the only one that enjoyed a spot among the weeping willows. She decided then and there that the girl would join her, if she so pleased - or at least hear her out about the court of wonders she wanted to establish.

The fae made a little o,o face, then turned to look at Loinnir. 'Cutie'? The beast was nothing but a hassle of feathers, though she supposed that, in the right light and from certain angles, he did look a little cute. It was a shame his personality didn't match that whatsoever. She felt her nerves sink from her crown into the ground and visibly relaxed, letting out a warm chuckle. This feathery mess? And here I thought I was the cute one of the pair. She joked.