Hushed Willows There's only one crown

'Nother thread for other faeries <3 takes place before her fall out with Aoibh

The fae, as usual, was minding her own business. Loinnir was perched at the end of her spine, pruning her fur and removing some twigs that had gotten tangled in it. The feeling made her relax a little; temperatures were rising, and she couldn't wait to see the forest in bloom. She wondered who else was out and about on this early morning - it was time for her patrol, but she wanted some company.