Hushed Willows álfardómstólinn

With the speED OF LIGHT-

Izu hadn't been using her den much nowadays, which was a good and a bad thing in it's own ways. It was collecting cobwebs and collapsing into itself, yes, but at least it also meant she wasn't rotting away in it like before. So came the choice; would she be staying to clean, or crossing the realm for a little scouting again? Choices choices choices....

No, of course she wasn't cleaning.

The Fujiwara didn't know why, but as she approached the borders to leave, there was something vaguely farmiliar about one of the scents drafting in as she got closer (definitely not both) and it made the crane's heart thump with an instinctual dread. They were not bodies belonging to Seelie Court, so who?

Izumi's long legs drew to a stop a safe few feet from the borders, and when her amythest hues finally landed on one of them, her ears and tail perked. "I...remember you..." It was not the woman aside that she recognized, but the creamish man beside her -- from the time Bridget got into a fight....