Hushed Willows Of cloudless climes and starry skies

The young fae was not expecting visitors that day. It was the same, peaceful atmosphere as usual inside the confines of the willows. The only thing she had to worry about was time, as the court was still not as official as she'd like it to be. There was more to do before her dreams came true and, given the disagreement she had had with Aoibh, perhaps even after the forming of their court.

It was then she heard laughter nearby. A smile swept the frown of her face, as she thought the members of her court were having a good time. She stuck her head through the curtain of willows that obscured her view of the world outside their borders, spotting a dance of limbs and slobber she'd rather un-see.

Fionn? Who is... Her brows knitted together to create an expression not unlike the one below.