Hushed Willows Believe in him and believe in me

New fairies, old fairies... it made no difference to Bridget.  She'd never been overly fond of the ritual side of the pack, though she understood the importance.  The drugs, however... they slowed the mind, and she did not partake.  He seemed to be enjoying them, she thought with amusement, wandering by to see their newest addition lazing by the water.

Playfully she dipped a paw and flicked a bit of it at him, wondering how deeply he was in.  Hey, you don't get wings until you bring down your first kill, she joked, though she idly wondered how these newcomers were suited and what sorts of skills they brought.  Hopefully something new - she liked to keep herself sharp.