Hushed Willows You Won't Leave the Table, She Won't Leave Your Mind

A muffled voice called in return, somewhat resembling the sound of her name. What was that silly goose up to now? She turned her upper body, lifting one silver paw as she tried to get a closer look from where she sat. Indeed it was Dante, making his way through the curtain carefully, carrying something she couldn't quite make out. It had lush greens and softer reds - was it supposed to be some kind of bouquet? A decorated meal? She kept quiet on voicing her suspicions, waiting instead until the boy was close by. He, too, seemed enchanted by this place.

He dropped his mess of green on the floor, and Lumi's eyes followed it. A brow raised in question, looking back up at him. Still, a smile crept on her face and he was bound to get a chuckle out of her. Well, hello. Laughter crept into her voice, but she turned serious again right after. Haven't the other faeries found you yet? She asked, slightly concerned. She was awfully sure they'd come check out who the queen had dragged inside without notice. There was still much to do to get Dante integrated into court life, if he wanted to of course, but was everyone truly waiting for some initiation?