Hushed Willows Look him in the eye, aim no higher

Though Loinnir had kept from actively acting up about their separation, he was deemed slightly more hazardous and vocal about his annoyances in life by the little fae. Sure, the bird had never been a sweet soul, but n'er had she experienced such anger coming from such a small creature. Her attempts to calm him down using soft lullabies and frequent snacks had proven fruitful, but she was afraid that if she kept these feeding habits up, the poor thing would grow too heavy to fly.

Luckily, as soon as Lale's song rang through the air, Loinnir took off (clumsily, mind you) to greet his friend. He fluttered about for a moment and landed soon after she did, twitching his head all kinds of ways and making a purr-like sound in interest. Thank goodness, you haven't left. Lumi sighed in relief upon spotting the painted lady of the ridge, curtsying in greeting. She chuckled softly, deeming their reunion a worthwhile one. Thank you — I hope this territory suits your fancy, for I have decided to settle here, among the willows.