Hushed Willows Raise a glass of wine for the last time,

She was like a beast searching for prey, tracking down the two somewhere within the lands of Hushed Willows. A vicious bloodhound, curious on them. Orlaith detected one, and faintly the other one in the distance. Upon location she hoisted herself upwards, retaining a prideful stance as one approached her.

She hovered over this unknown one who gave the flaming wolf a warning, to keep away from the other pup. She'll probably get you sick, he says. Upon peering over to the other, they simply looked like a pale pixie, who hung over something. It looked like she was hiding a toy of some sort, keeping the object out of their view.

"Nah, I don't get sick. I conquer that." Faintly in her childhood, she could remember someone saying 'idiots don't get sick,' but whisked that memory out of her mind. So with that being said, Orlaith waved away his warning and started to trot over to the other, figuring he would come along.

Leaning over, to her the fire fairy asked, "What'cha doing?"