Hushed Willows ready, set, let's go

"Ori only for my Papa, remember that well Aoibh." There was an edge to Orlaith's laughter, as she faintly warned the other. Ori held a special place for the fire-wolf, was only her dearest papa and mama called her that. Deidra had created a nickname of Orla, she didn't mind it, and preferred if anything, if a nickname was a must, others were to call her that. 

She didn't appreciate any one else using the name.

"We can prove that another time," she wouldn't admit defeat, "I doubt anyone changed," now her laughter was more light-hearted, letting the threats sway away for another day, "you the same too you damn witch." Despite the more malicious words, it was filled with a jest and a hardy laughter that continued to follow after. The two may bump heads and spare with words occasionaly, but they were still friendly.

"He here too?" He was a warrior variant like herself, and she'd love to spare with him if she got the chance.. However he didn't lose the addiction, "what a damn shame. He'd make a fine guard." Orlaith wasn't afraid to say it out loud either, and was willing to tell it to him when she saw his face too. She couldn't express how much of a disappointment it was- and honestly if the fire-wolf see's him, she'll probably beat his ass. Using his talent for waste!

"It's peaceful, almost too peaceful to not patrol anymore," she admitted, "but I've spent my days doing that. It's way less crowded, that's for sure."