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Aoibh smiled at the genuine curiosity of the woman, something that reminded her of her sister. ❝ Somewhere wherever, if you keep walking from the way I came, you'll find a claim of willows and that's me, ❞ the faerie answered, her tone insinuating something completely other than political alliances . . .

Yuèlóng. It didn't roll of an irish tongue that easy, a common one for that matter. Yet another peculiar name for a pack, but no matter. It did sound interesting though, and such an invitation from a lady who was an empress — she had claimed she held no care for the hierarchies and the owrkings of the higher ups, but then, it seemed most entrancing — it would be hard to refuse. Impolite. ❝ I would love to visit. But I wouldn't know who to look for, ❞ Aoibh hummed quietly, relaxing her stature in the grass.  ❝ The empres of the claim you speak of? Or, perhaps your common title? ❞

And only to make the other blush (funnily, it was "cute" in her eyes), she added: ❝ But I could always heed with the most beautiful siren in the land and sea alike? Extravagant, but not far off, yes? ❞