Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

There weren't many that matched her in grace and politeness, but the Constable was very much a kindred soul it seemed. It calmed her to know a man much to her tastes was in charge - or at least in a position of power - in the place she now called home indefinitely. It has been a challenge, but ne'er one I couldn't handle. Dante and I are forever gra...- It was then Loinnir pecked her in her neck and she shot him a frown. She knew what he was trying to say. Excuse me - Dante, Loinnir and I are forever grateful for the chance to stay here in your beautiful home. The bird nodded proudly, pleased with himself being added. He wanted to make a good impression after all - it seemed it wasn't just Lumiya he was trying to suck up to anymore.

Loinnir, upon being greeted, puffed up in pride. Luckily for the fae, the screech was a mute companion. He seemed to understand English perfectly well, but either he refused to speak or was unable to. He was much more bearable this way. Oh - such coincidence! She laughed, knowing better. She joined him in his dance for a moment, out of instinct more than anything, and nodded happily at his statement.

Then, whatever are we waiting for?! She asked, pumped up by the positivity surrounding her. Perhaps staying here, despite the circumstances, wasn't such a bad thing after all. Perhaps it'd been the plan all along. Fated to fail, now that was the story of her life.