Dawnlark Plains I left my heart on my sleeve

The fae had to keep herself from lightly chuckling at Aoibh's comment. Instead, she scrunched up her nose and gave it a playful little wiggle. Soon after, Memory got her attention, but his leadership was taken over quickly by the fire faerie whom she didn't know to be so knowledgeable about the hunt. Or, perhaps, she only sounded so because Lumi knew so little. There was much for the fae to learn still about the things she truly knew nothing of, and apparently these were the wolves who could teach her. She soaked up their individual words, pieced them together and tried to picture their small band as Aoibh explained their positions. It seemed simple enough.

It was good that Memory didn't take Aoibh's assertion to heart; instead, he seemed to enjoy her spirit. She was admirable like an ember, enticing like a dancing flame. But the fae knew not to get too close, otherwise she might get burned again. She shyly turned to Dante, giving him a quick glance and a smile. It would be their first time working together like this, it was high time to see if they were compatible. I surely don't, so I will try my best at this plan of yours.