Hushed Willows Look him in the eye, aim no higher

One would think the fae was used to compliments by now, but every one of them caused a slight blush to settle on her frost-touched cheeks. She wished she was as careful with her words, as humble as the painted lady, to cause such reactions; it was true she n'er not spoke the truth, but sometimes she'd forget to compliment even the tiniest of things. She smiled warmly at the added "ours" for, indeed, it wasn't her court. The queendom belonged to all those who settled there, and she was simply the one that kept things running smoothly and made the tough decisions.

Unfortunately accurate — but I give it not even a moon before it is as strong as other's. She'd seen the Taiga and scented its scents - she'd already established an alliance with two that had settled near. Artyom was the soon-to-be father of Whitebark Stream's new generation, mothered by his mate Dawn — and Uriel was the sunkissed leader of a pack settling in The Bracken Woods. There were more, but their proximity to the court caused Lumi not to think of them as often. We shall be named the Seelie Court, where everyone has a place.