Hushed Willows He's got a string attached to every bone

She hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings - she was far too engaged in the affairs before her. The male duck ran his beak through the female's feathers, patting her softly on the head and then continued to prune her. The female in turn, ran her beak through the feathers on his chest and quaked softly. They froze in their embrace, closing their eyes before Bridget came and spoke loudly enough to spoke both them and the fae that had been rudely spying. The couple flew off without a goodbye, probably returning to their nest somewhere near the denning area.

The fae was surprised Bridget had run into her, but happy to see her nonetheless. She was gone most of the time she'd notice, but as she'd said to Valiant before; the court was a retreat, not a prison. Gosh, did Bridget even know about all the things that had been brewing?

She chuckled, a slight blush settling over her cheeks. They're not the most fascinating creatures, but they did look awfully cute. She responded fairly. How have you been Bridget? We haven't seen you around much — enjoying yourself?