Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

Aoibh was no fool, a ogre maybe, but not a some mindless gaper. She saw the way Fionn beckoned her peewee sister with his drug altered, crimson eyes. The barbaric fae snorted at that as she finally regarded Lumiya, who had trotted unto the scene as if the weathered fae had summoned her with her thought and wish, alomost a random shooting star.

Still somehwhat smaller than her. but had grew, which was to be expected if you age. Still dignified and maintaining a regal yet condescending posture unto Aoibh, who let her spine and back laze whenever. Lumiya was still cute nonetheless, which is something she wouldn't admit. The barbarian fae let her common tongue slip to acknowledge her (and not so kindly butt Fionn in the goddamn neck. What? Lumiya still described her as lovely):

❝ Isn't a cute princess I see here?❞ she laughs warmly as her sister proceeds to lightly embrace her with her soft tru faerie lithe and touch. ❝ Nice to see you again, Lumiya. I didn't really expect you to be here.❞

It's not like I wished you here or anything, damn the stars.