Hushed Willows Look at me, I'm the king of New York!

Iolana wasn't usually one to be caught in a strange situation; most of the time keeping to herself, finding the other first, or simply not doing anything but wandering. Apparently this was a different occasion for the painted lady. Perhaps it was Lale's squawk that caused the lady to climb the tree, maybe the view was better from higher, possibly she just needed a change in perspective. That is a question not even she can answer.

The breeze above was fulfilling, the change in the wind as common as her grins as it kept pace with her swaying tail. The wisp hadn't heard the woman below, she had only seen Lale swoop downward and (quite, unfortunately) heard the relentless calls sent lower with her. Turning around carefully she caught sight of the one underneath and began descending, Lale had already landed and was seemingly unhappy with the visitation as she squeaked and screeched; her wings a fluster of winded feathers. Once gravity had regained its reach, Iolana nudged her unhinged ball of ruffled feathers. 

"It's okay Lale. Shush now!" Her voice gentle but insisting as she willed her companion to silence, the bird obeyed. Finally calming, Lale waddled over to the wisp's paws and shot the russet lady a venomous look don't even think about trying anything it said. Looking up now Iolana greeted the stranger. "Hello there! I'm sorry I didn't notice you. I am Iolana, I am new to Seelie Court." A kind dip of her head and peaceful sweep of her tail, her eyes telling a much different story: I speak truth, ignore my friend, I'm sorry for the disturbance, nice to meet you.