Whitefish River But it wasn't for me.

Issues... Did the mess between Orlaith and her count as an issue? No, she didn't think so. They were both adults, even if one didn't act like one, and could handle their conflict perfectly well on their own. Of course, she wasn't going to mention frequent nightmares, the lack of sleep, her inferiority complex - those were issues for herself to deal with. Still, she added with a little blush and a lowering of her ears; I do - with you then, that is.

The two picked up the pace as Loinnir took off, harshly digging his claws in her back as he prepared to ascend to the skies. Though it'd been painful at first, the fae had gotten quite used to being punctured here and there. Loinnir rarely drew blood, and she knew he could do little to help it. Her fur was thick enough to hide it, but her back was full of scars and scratches that were healing. She didn't even know herself.

It was then she noticed something. He had mentioned her nose and Loinnir's eyes, almost as if he lacked such things himself... And now he spoke of her picking up a trail, instead of them together. Lumi was quite the curious little thing, observant and scarily good at riddles. Can't we do it together? She asked with a tilt of her head.