Hushed Willows faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary

Iolana watched the scene unfold with curiosity, words were lost as only slight movements and expressions told the story. Confusing yes, but the lady had grown used to pushing herself away from situations because she simply believed she would be useless in any sense. Of course, she stayed back and took in any observation she could manage. Words were obviously being exchanged but not one of them seemed to process in the painted woman's mind. Lumi wore a face of cautious sympathy, Orlaith of distaste (with an occasional look of mockery), and the other a mix of obedience and fear. Or at least, from what Iolana could tell.

Lale had, by now, calmed and sat peacefully beside her companion without a single care about the current happenings around her. Iolana could only imagine her brow was creased with slight confusion but nevertheless, she seemed to go unnoticed so why should she care to hide such an emotion? Her mind brought back to the present as the "trespasser" (oh, how she hated that word) stood and began to cautiously see herself out. Sympathy crossed the woman's face but she would not interfere with the proceedings in front of her, it was not her place.