Hushed Willows i’m just sitting here looking at pretty colors

"It seems to be a gathering of fairies," Orlaith chuckled, as those who tend to gather were definitely those who had the dignified way of words, and the connection to the land. The sophisticated way they spoke and talk, and the way she thought sometimes, they would simply wisk away- without her. Those within the court were truly unique individuals, she thought, and continued to attract those of the kind, "you are one of them." The wolf of flames and ashes, knew she was a fit. It was an approval, from the warrior. The lady of lilacs.

It wasn't hard to catch those who were in the down, while she may been on the rougher side, she still held a way to see emotions well, just as most fae's do, "Not really fond memories, i'm taking, but maybe that bear tore away those who caused any issues." She shrugged with a guess as a laughing smile came to be, "but hey, welcome back." However she sucked at words despite reading emotions well-enough.