The Sunspire we made it. but we didn't

A pale dandelion bursted forward, energetic as ever remembered. She came running at the fire-wolf, and of course, she smiled brightly, "Bridget!" she wondered if the other heard her scream, happening moments after tripping the rock. Though the disarrayed feelings were pushed aside by the friendlier fae, unlike the one's who casted her outside. A moodswing of emotions, but those of spunk can always bring her a smile. She doubted the other would know what had happened, as she had left her own accord, rather then the banishment Orlaith faced, "hey!"

She was excited of this land, a land the fire-wolf did not look to close by. She simply nodded, "It sure is. We don't have this back in the realms," she cackled,  "It seemed fate led us here, eh?" Orlaith never thought to see more fairies outside. Though how could she forget some left by their own accord.