Emberflame Ridge a small candle

The fae had gathered and informed many that had passed through her fortress of willows, though still sought out others to convince. It would have been easier with the real faeries of the court, who understood their ways and the ultimate desires of a true faerie, but alas. She had to work with what she had been given, pushed by unwavering devotion and dedication that was scary to watch at times. Loinnir had grown unsure of her undertakings, but what did he know? He hadn't been there, hadn't seen the way the acceptance of the court had changed Lumi - for the better.

From the patch of willows, the fae soared up the side of the mountains she had grown to dislike - aiming for the ridge she had met Iolana on and the place that had the best view of the Taiga. It was there she stumbled upon a vaguely familiar coat, of fire, coal and ice - a blend of elements so captivating it could only belong to; O-Orlaith?