Hushed Willows misty eye of the mountain

Fionn came from the foliage, destined to stand up for the fae, as would always be his role here. Subservience. He had been born and raised to enjoy it; to enjoy protecting the girls, standing alongside the ones who did not search for someone to work for them, taking commands whenever. It was the raising voices that drew him to the scene, the shouted bitch- a word that should never be used for any of the women in the court. 

He headed over, arriving just as Memory spoke not all your kind are pretty and sweet. He feared it was Deidra- but it was Orlaith- which still made little difference. This man smelled of Seelie, but his behavior was unacceptable, especially for a man- and one not born among them. Fionn was not often angered easily, but here he was fuming- Orlaith did not appear to be attacking or threatening him. Why did he call her such things? Fionn placed himself between them, facing the stranger with narrowed ruby gaze. What do you think you're calling her? Would you dare to repeat that word? Fionn questioned, tail lashing.