Emberflame Ridge a small candle

The fae grinned widely, nodding happily. It had indeed been The Wilderness, the Wilds of the Teekon - the place that had homed her as a wee pup. She had few tales to tell of the lands, just a few she remembered from early childhood (like the one where her mean brother, Venamis, had snagged her pretty flower and swallowed it right in front of her terrified eyes), but the info had stuck around somehow.

Oh - some parts are truly beautiful. There are vales and mountaintops - dense woods and mystical forests. She listed with a dreamy look, thinking of her hushed place among the willows. She wanted to show them to Orlaith, but not just yet. She needed to be sure she was up for joining a court similar to the one that had booted her - she felt like the idea might come across as restricting somehow, as her feelings, spat through gritted teeth, were quite clear. She felt wronged.

As usual, her brows knitted together in her 'I care' frown, but it wasn't faked whatsoever. A place as wonderful as the court, making someone as strong as Orlaith feel bad... She hadn't expected it, nor was she happy to hear it. How awful... She commented softly, but her thoughts turned hopeful once again.

Do you think - perhaps - that fate has brought us back together again? She asked. I ask because, I've been trying to establish a court myself. She was careful in everything she did, though even more so while bringing this up so soon after hearing about what had happened.