Hushed Willows the ocean takes my fear away

The queen just back from a hunting trip - in her mouth dangled the lifeless body of a hare. On her back stood the small figure of Loinnir, a mouse in his beak. The duo returned just in time to stuff their catches in a cache and hear the call that was sent out for the small fae. The voice was strangely familiar, but she couldn't place who it belonged to. With a quick glance to Loinnir, who shrugged in response, she was off to meet whoever had requested her.

Not even when the girl was in sight did she recognize her - only when the salty smell of the sea entered her nostrils did everything click in place. What a coincidence, if something like that even existed. Lumi didn't believe it did. She smiled, tail swaying from side to side. Greetings. She said. I can't help but believe we've met before. To what do I owe the pleasure?