Hushed Willows Keep watching over Durin's son

Dante felt free. He felt free, and unburdened, and so full of life he hardly knew where to put his energy. It was strange, honestly, how good the boy had felt recently. A stark contrast to the mood that had consumed him before the young man had met the silver wisp that changed his life, his new mien was. He supposed, though, that maybe the happiness wasn't neccesarily strange so much as the loathing had just been within him for so long that it had become Dante's new normal. So perhaps, in one odd way or another, Dante had simply left a long period of strange, and was finally getting to his normal. 

Such was the babbling train of thought that flitted through the little mourning dove's head as he did his daily patrol, marking along the borders as he often could be found doing when the breeze was as gracious as it was today. It would never compare to the winds that found their way unto Dante's pelt when he'd llived by the seaside, but it was a relief nonetheless. 

It was this same sort of little gust that carried the scents of the two strangers to the boy then, catching his attention from where it had been fixed on his little trail, and quickly setting him into motion. Ever the runner, Dante's silvery form danced along the forest floor with a surprising speed (he did need to put that energy into something), before slowing gradually as he found the new scents getting nearer. The yearling found himself skidding to a stop several paces away from two figures, one cloaked in a silver not unlike Lumiya's, and the other a mix of several brilliant hues. 

His breath heaved slightly as he watched the interesting pair, head cocked and eyes with bright curiosity apparent. 'Lo! He called out breathlessly, eyes squinting shut with the force of the friendly smile lit upon his maw. They definitely smelled like Seelie, but Dante was fairly certain he hadn't come across either before.