Hushed Willows unruhestifter

Not much was going on with Lumiya - yet. She was enjoying a well-earned rest after a seemingly endless hunt for a pile of hares. It had taken her most of the day, and she knew she still had border work to do before she could sleep peacefully, but she was simply too tired right now. When the call for an audience came, she hesitated for just a moment before she stood - muscles aching. She could've expected this. Her body really wasn't all that durable, and she overextended herself to often.

In a slow trot did she approach the border, pushing through curtains of willow branches until the pair was in sight. With a smile and a curtsy did she greet them, adding a soft; Greetings. As she usually did. Nothing was out of the ordinary - the two smelled not of the Saints. In fact, they wore a scent unfamiliar to her. I'm Lumiya - queen of the faes. How may I help you? It was almost routine now that she'd greeted strangers on their borders so often.