Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

"Sounds like a headache," came the man's words, and her blue crown dipped in a quick nod, affirming his comment - there was plenty of truth to that. "That is one of the downfalls of living on an island," Faeryn replied, smooth voice dancing out from black lips. Of course, she'd thought about leaving, about testing her luck in the mainland and seeing where the path might lead her, but where had her last escapade trailed her paws? Right back to the gull isle, huddling with Seelie and Stockholm, the friends of the sea. If she hadn't been savouring her seconds there, then she wouldn't remain - there was no obligation, but her mind was terribly conflicted. The Renoda's nights were filled not with the peaceful quietude it once was, but the hissing, spitting venom of fires and the putrid smell of smoking flesh--

--your flames
consumed by unstoppable rage
stole from me

"-Tundrian," she murmured, feeling the word with her tongue as it pooled into the air around them. It was curious, and she carefully tucked the name away in case she might hear more of it around in future moons to come.

But then! A warrior born and raised. Her gaze trailed the edges of his lips as they twitched in a small grin, and her own followed, lighting her features with a sparkle of contentment. "Ah," she whispered, feeling the sway of a thought as it toppled from her head, hesitating before her mouth parted and it fled into the wind. "You wouldn't have time for a small spar, would youu?" Her head inclined a fraction to the side, desiring to feel the short rush of adrenline it would gift her. "I'm so rusty."