Hushed Willows Of cloudless climes and starry skies

Édaín dodged a well place swipe from her sibling. Pausing when Fionn pulled back as a lilting soft voice joined them beneath the willows. Curiously she watched him greet the small she-wolf. Édaín had seen her around the area on occassion and found no quarrel with her. 

"Lady, you say?" She quipped pleasantly. Taking a moment to shake her pelt of the saliva that clung to her. Leaving parts of her coat of silver and smoke sticking up at odd angles, she faced the ethereal she-wolf- Édaín's eyes warm like the burning ember that is tended to in any well loved hearth. She painted a charming picture, one that was both flamboyant and lethal in equal measure. She was dichotomy incarnate. 

Stepping forward, Édaín glanced at her brother. Considering her next words carefully while she tried to take in the dynamic between the two. Trying to maintain a gregarious air, she eagerly asked, "When last I saw you, it was just Lumiya. What's changed to have granted you such a title?"