The Sunspire I see fire, burning the trees,

It was her favorite place, in the entire mountain. While the willowing tree's were appreciated, and beautiful ponds and land beyond, she couldn't help but feel at utter peace, at the peak of the world. It was the highest place she knew, and the only place where she would strive to be alone. Occasionally when Orlaith came up, some would join in company, but otherwise- it was a nice getaway from her duties.

The fire fae counted herself as a socialable wolf, when it didn't come to the Court. Everyone who entered was to be treated like an enemy until proven otherwise, especially after what the previous court had done to her. If they threw her out, a warrior amongst them, due to simple population when she has lived with them all her life.. What is the chance, for a stranger to do?

Orlaith didn't approve anyone who joined the realm, until otherwise.

But it was different on the outside. She had a more of an ease to her gait, a smile with a barbarian laugh to follow. It was a strange turnabout, but it wasn't business, and she could freely talk to others without a worry. They were only fleeting meetings, what harm would they cause? Some caused lasting memories, some cause.. Issues. Her business and outside would always clash- but she tried to seperate.

So now, here she is. A flaming wolf, quietly sitting in solitude.