Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

forwarded to the 23rd, a bit after this thread

The enrapture of lovers was so full of roses that Orlaith didn't even get a time to share more, lesser news to the Queen. It wasn't important as The Saints, but she thought as a passion project nontheless. It was to be a side-information after the more important meeting, except Dante, came over with heart-for-eyes and glared at the warrior.

She was a bit heaved at the man, and skulked away, not wanting to be a third wheel.

So, Orlaith patiently waited until he left, and for @Lumiya to rest down. Then, the flaming wolf went to search for her once more.

Keeping this short because 20 active threads AAAAAA

The girl watched until her mouse was out of sight, then turned with a heavy sigh. Her tongue felt around in her mouth - it tasted like sand, dry and paper-like. She supposed she should go get a drink and then head to a den. She didn't want to, but she had promised to take care of herself - were it not for herself, than for the court itself. She plopped herself down at the pond, staring at her own reflection before eagerly gulping down the water. A couple of ducks judged her from afar, but she couldn't care less.

"Hey," she was glad they ran into each other rather quick. Though they only saw each other a few moments ago, "lover boy gone? I had some other business to talk to you about." Watching them get googly eyes over each other wasn't something she would rather see and simply did 'i'm outtie,' before vanishing into the willows.

Though it doesn't look like he isn't around, so supposed might get the chance before their Queen runs off for more duties.

The sudden greeting made her choke on her final sip and she coughed up the water that had gotten into her windpipe. Coughing hurt - moving hurt. She could only pray that Dante and Eleuthera weren't rushing as much as she was. She turned to look at Orla, a weak smile on her muzzle despite everything. She was so sleepy, she didn't think it was possible to be this sleepy. "Lover boy" left, yes. She chuckled at the word. No, Dante was too awkward to be a real lover boy, but she did love that boy. Do share, though I can't promise I won't fall asleep. I haven't slept for two nights.

"Alright sweet," Orlaith said, grinning during Lumiya's coughing. She didn't really think anything bad was said, as honestly those two were so close anytime that Lumiya wasn't busy, she was seen with Dante. While the guard herself chose to be out of betrothal, she could so seen one appearing for those two. Perhaps when time was more stable, however tensions were rather rough.

"We don't have many warriors," a topic they once touched, "so I thought to make a group amongst our allies, purely of warriors to make up for this." The flaming guard started to touch upon the topic, she was rather proud and excited upon it. Her pride at the moment was unmatched. Instead of a usual burning flame, she was like a simple light, brightening up upon her idea's.

"Honeyed Sabers, from all our allies- to work through defenses and discuss offenses as well." Orlaith of course, as the Queen Bee.

The queen fae wasn't thinking about a marriage or betrothal - even a mateship the two had not yet talked about. She was fine with this, as it was the first time she was romantically interested in someone, she'd rather not rush it when the slower moments between them were sweet as honey. It was clear love was blossoming between the two, but they were young and had all the time in the world to figure just what they wanted to make of their connection.

She listened, despite being tired - trying hard to focus. That does sound like a splendid way to make up for our lack of warriors, yes. She replied eventually. And it would strengthen our bond with our allies.

"Fionn is already with it, but i'm hoping to add allies as we go."  With the abundent of wolves amongst all the allies, she felt more confident on forming this unofficial group. It definitely gave her more confidence on their lack of defense if held a mutual bond of guardianship. However, while there was a mutual group, they weren't in the court all the time.

She hoped that with the balance of warriors, leaning and learning against each other, it would perhaps give lone wolves an initiative to join any of the allies, specifically the court, to join. A fabled dream she would like, "it's a work in progress."

Lumiya yawned and moved to stretch out her soar body. She was very graceful in doing so - when she wasn't choking or stumbling, the girl was a sight to behold. Unfortunately she was often a cluts, though she'd deny it if anyone would call her out for it. Especially when the poor girl was caught off-guard did bad stuff just... happen. Perhaps it was Fate messing with her.

I like it. She shared with an approving nod, yawning once again and curling up next to her. I really do... Her words were drawn out as all adrenaline and stress that had kept her body functioning drained, leaving an empty husk that desperately needed recharging. She chuckled in her half-asleep state then. Love you, Orla.

"Don't call me Orla," The fire-fae raised her brow on the Queen's sleeping, and dazed words. Many of the court seemed to enjoy calling this name once her parents picked it out long ago, but she never had an inkling toward it. It felt too personal, she thought, and always told others to 'piss off,' when they tried.

With a sigh following, "Aight', goodnight," and a wave off, she was out. Leaving the other to their sleep.

In response she merely giggled. A nickname didn't hurt anyone if it wasn't to point out some kind of flaw, though she'd keep in mind Orla would rather not be called that. You'd think she was too tired to remember anything like this, but when Lumi really cared about someone there was no way she was going to forget. The little fae curled up and prepared for her slumber, one that soon came - just after thinking that, no, Orlaith would never leave her side and they could stay a team like this forever.