Hushed Willows fairy finding

Siofra was neither asked nor forced to leave the Faerie Court. She had volunteered to leave it. A life restricted to the pack of her birth just felt dull. Despite her love for her mother and litter-mates, Siofra did not want to spend her life in such a restricted existence. She wanted more, so she had set off. She wasn’t the first to leave. Others had left before her, though whether they left by choice or force varied. Not many, it seemed, chose to leave the Faerie Court, but when they had, they had done so with all the grace of their kind.

Siofra wondered what had become of them and she supposed she would be left to wonder unless the Morrigán saw it fit for their paths to cross again.

The sprite had thus chosen to wander the wilds, grateful for her training in the hunt to aid in her survival as she roamed. She hadn’t a goal in mind. She hadn’t desired to find a pack too quickly, her desire to see the world beyond the Court dominating her mind. Had the Morrigán another fate chosen for her, Siofra had no doubt that the Morrigán would reveal it.

It was then, as she came to a valley of willows, that she smelled scents. Border markings if a pack. Familiar scents intermingled with others unknown to her. The sprite was curious. Fellow fairies? she wondered.

Unable to subdue her curiosity, the sprite called out into the land the laid before her. 

A perfect land to find fairies.