Hushed Willows Look him in the eye, aim no higher

The wisp carefully watched the lady's mouth as it articulated every word, glad that Lumiya was not one that was hard to lip-read. "Possibly not even that." Another glance over the delicate terrain before shifting her gaze back to the sterling woman. Seelie Court. Her tail grazing blades of grass, it almost made Iolana wish she could hear the non-squealing sounds of nature. 

"Seelie Court" The new syllables flowed from her jaw, a stream of undeterred harmonization. Once again the woman didn't fail Iolana, in fact, she prevailed. The name suited not only the silver woman herself but also the land, a puzzle of a thousand pieces falling in place so flawlessly. A silent nod, her approval showing as she simply smiled onward; quiet compliments were always a special talent of hers.