Hushed Willows Desolation comes upon the sky,

Perhaps out of the all the faeries, Lumi knew Donovan the best. She'd met him twice, both on unfriendly terms. He came off as arrogant, whiny... As if he was the king of the world, when instead he was nothing but a brute stirring up trouble everywhere he went together with his minions. His power came not from being noble, kind or even from being a good fit for the role of a leader. He seemed like someone who'd either scare others into joining him, or coax them in with promises he would most likely not be able to provide. That wasn't real power in her eyes.

So, when she smelled a whiff - just a whiff - of him in the air of their forest, her muscles tensed and she was ready to call on her faeries to vanquish evil. Instead, it was Orlaith who called - Lumi was quick to arrive on the scene, her gaze falling on Memory. His face was twisted and he reeked of intercourse, despite doing his best to hide it. Hormones were hard to get rid off, and so was the seed that had been planted within him. The queen fae was disgusted, utterly appalled by this blatant display of treason. After she had offered him a new life - to find a new purpose!

The fae queen glared at him angrily, a fire within her eyes that could rarely be seen on the peaceful wind faerie's face. I offered you a home, a peaceful existence. The fae spoke, disappointment dripping from her tongue. And this is how you repay our kind? She turned to Orlaith then, nodding. Run far and never return, or suffer the wrath of the faes. She near-spat, watching the cowardly dog make his exit in a hurry when all who had grievances had shared them.

Her glare was interrupted by the voice of little Cassidy, and her expression changed in a split second. She lowered herself to the level of the child. Memory has committed treason - it means he has betrayed us by conspiring with the enemy. She explained softly. I'm sorry if you were fond of him...