Sleepy Fox Hollow the sovereign, the fire, the fury

Orlaith arrived from the south, her olives had caught the sight of the spires from across the lands, and sought out its height. Though a scent of a Pack had clearly eluded around when she was close enough, and made quick efforts to avoid their lands. However she could not do so in one day, even with her firm muscles and well-body, she felt tiresome with all the travelling, and all the climbing. The sovereign was at her limit.

She rested in a crevice, a hidden meadow in the mountains. There was the sight of foxes, but she was no push-over, and casted them out, enough scare to let them leave her alone. For now she would claim it for the night, and then let them take the reigns once more on a later day.

She sat in solitude, head downward as she laid, and eyes stared out to the night sky. Humph. Orlaith felt bitter, yet proud. A conflict of emotions toward the Court.. They were so full, so much life coming forward, that a decision came to be. Cast her out. Orlaith was a warrior by heart, a guardian to the fae's, and they knew, and said, she could handle herself outside the world. However she did not want that! She wished to continue, the protector of the fairies, just as her dad! Yet, instead of praising her skills and giving glory, she was casted out like scum! They knew that the golden fairy would be alright, and she too knew all would be alright. However.. She felt betrayed.

Annoyance, Orlaith buried her head in her own arms.