Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

@Lumiya 

And who was she to deny a sister's wish? (She remembered that rock memory and regarded in fondly in deep repose, time to time.) ❝ Only cause I love you too much, Deidei,❞ she whispered in her commoner, non-accented voice. She liked to keep up the her mother accent around the others as much as possible, mostly because she love how her 'ye' turns out what prodded with a heavily laced tongue. She surveys the plains like she had been . . . a herd of brown, yet ashen blotches moving away from them, the soft bristlign of long grass and the far reaches of aspen wealds . . .

❝ Didn't that girl . . . Lumiya, ye? Didn't she speak about a place like this lot? She was raised 'ere or some shit . . . ,❞ she plainly comments to one of the pair in particular. Lumiya was a pretty elegant girl, like her sister, kind and respectful, unlike her. She wasn't rasied in the faerie court, born in lands described like these, illstrauted by her lovely voice and soft songs, reminds her of a dove and their shy coos. 

the barbaric fae skittered down the slopes, hoping to sniff for poppy seeds herself. Fionn can't be the only one allowed to be caught in a high, she was above everything after all. Maybe her sister was contemplating her faerie wings right now, a girl could fantasize, but not like Deidra, was always incased in tale.