Hushed Willows Now I see fire, inside the mountain

What the fuck was he saying.

It took a moment for her to process whatever tom-foolery he was speaking of. She was used to the eloquence the fairies would speak, and the mannerisms of a noble. However, she had forgotten for some time this was no longer the court of the past, but a land where everyone came from somewhere different. His language was so odd.

"I suppose that's something should tell to Lumiya," from what Orlaith gathered, he spoke of landslides. It was true while the willows were generally on flat-land, they were very knit to the mountain. Anything that fell from beyond, would fall into their forest. Even worse, if a rock fell into the denning area, they would be trapped.

"It's going to be a difficult season," she was already having a headache about everything else.