Hushed Willows Don't lose your hat in a fairy wind

It wasn't the first time the fae had been mistaken for an otherworldly being - she took no pride in it, truly, but she did think of it as funny. She'd been shunned her whole life for the coat that did not match her family's standards and her eyes that did not gleam a toxic purple. It felt weird being called beautiful by others now, but not the bad kind of it.

Loinnir puffed his chest ever so proudly at the compliment, nearly losing his balance in the process. The fae smiled and rolled her eyes at him, turning then to the woman that had called her over so politely. They were a little ways from the border, so it was neutral territory for them both. Her fur curled gracefully in the harsh winds the woman had referred to. The queen nodded; Indeed — but it might just be spring blowing our way. She curtsied in greeting then. I'm Lumiya — tell me, pointed stranger, what may I call you?