Hushed Willows ready, set, let's go

Aoibh made no evident notion to comply to Orlaith by her countenance unfaltering keep, but she'd take note of it. A name was not an object nor possession really, anyone can bear, take, and utilize it. Titles were never important to her, but she wasn't a mean-spirited fae either. Didn't mean she didn't find it deathly annoying, being talked down too because some were sensitive. 

The woman only snorted at the others pride once again and shook her head. A damn witch she was, it always sounded nicer when her hearty laugh played with what should have been insult to injury. All she could do was bob her head in definite agreement when she described Fionn, though a "fine guard" could not justify any part of that scrap.

❝ Still pissed they had the nerve to kick us out, even our parents didn't really do much, ❞ the witch snorts and licks her teeth. Her mother sucked.