Hushed Willows fluttering wings

Though she'd rather not have feces or urine on her pruned coat, when it was on their border it made her the happiest queen alive. It meant they were truly making a mark on the Wilderness, actively changing the scent of an established territory that would soon house them. To loosen up the little sparkle faerie, Lumi went over to mark a tree trunk herself, casually moving in a ballet-like fashion.

Oh - I'm certain it will be beautiful in spring, but if I'm being honest — She said, I've grown rather attached to the wint'ry sights. A light chuckle then spilled from her mouth that spoke so often in melodies she may as well have been singing. Perhaps, for her court, she would try and string some words and rhymes together for a song to perform at the midsummer festival.