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Indeed she was - behind her lay a forest of willow trees, home to the faeries of this realm. Though she was proud of her achievements regarding it, she was humble in bringing it up to others. Though their members were few, they were tight-knit and she wasn't desperate for others to join her cause. Au contraire - if she let in just any man, woman or child she stumbled upon without as much as an assessment of their alignment, she might be inviting harmful spirits into her lands of peace. Though the boy had yet to show any sign of malicious intent, the small fae was a careful creature.

Time was plentiful, so even if the Mouse had shared just exactly how he'd gotten here, she would listen. This, however, was not what he did. He brushed off the concern she'd shown him, explaining that he was indeed a weary traveler. It looks like you crossed an ocean to get here. She observed quietly. When she found herself close enough for a pleasant conversation, a distinctively marked tail curled around her feet as she took a seat. Loinnir lost his balance because of this, hopping off her shoulders and into the grass with a huff, spreading his wings slightly to catch some sunlight.

Her ears visibly perked as he posed his question and she rolled her shoulders uncomfortably. She hadn't quite expected him to turn the question onto her, as she usually fooled others into thinking she was doing just fine. Oh, you know. She echoed his words. Just realizing that it is much harder to establish a court, when so few come by and even fewer stay with. She explained softly, turning her gaze to her feathered companion. A smile crept onto her delicate features as she looked up again, only to find the Mouse staring at her. But I am certain we shall be all right — It is but a matter of time, you'll see. She added hopefully, perhaps trying more to convince herself than anyone else.