Hushed Willows Keep watching over Durin's son

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"What's up Fionn?" She hadn't interacted too much with him, but valued him nonthless despite being doped up half the time. He came in time for a spat the other day, so she greeted the fellow with a charming smile. She also appreciated his more yielding side to her, as many of the old court knew of her wrath and temper when it came to the play. Orlaith was quick to such anger when it came to those trying pull supremacy on her. She prefered to be on top.

Though the more warm side of the fire fairy ceased, as she craned her head toward the stranger with narrowed eyes. He looked friendly, smelled of Lumiya, but Orlaith didn't know him. He hadn't gained her approval, "Now, who are you?" There seemingly was a pattern going on, as with each new fae, she would size him up. While easy-going toward those she knew, her chest was always above in a dignified matter. However now she rose moreso, tail held high, and her head over in a looming way as she looked over with a solemn look. Her questions seem more of a demand to present oneself, then of a question. She acted as a general, of the realm.