Hushed Willows There's only one crown

The fae had just returned from a hunt, burying her catch in a new cache she'd found on her way to the heart of the territory. The sounds of dripping water surrounded her as the ice crystals lining the willow branches began to melt, creating an alluring melody that was hard to ignore. She could not decide on whether she'd liked the soft tinkling of the crystals being blown against each other in winter, or the more calming noises spring had brought with her more.

Loinnir couldn't care less about the noises of the forest, he was much too busy pruning himself vigorously after flying for a while as his mode of transportation was out hunting. He glared at her from under his wing. Oh yes, how dare I leave you to provide for our pack. She nodded sarcastically. One day you'll see that this exercise will be beneficial for your health - or do you want Lale to think you're fat? She poked, upsetting the bird further but eventually both gave up their bickering.

It was then she heard the call of a vaguely familiar voice, but Lumi could not place where she'd heard it before. Curiously, the fae fluttered to the borders to find the blonde coat of Bridget. It took her a while before she could put it all together - the cream accents, the unusual mask, the wing-like marking - but she got there in the end. Bridget? Is that you? She asked carefully, but with a warm smile.