Whitefish River Demand satisfaction - if they apologize, no need for further action

For @Kalika and any other pledgers from Sirensong :)

Blackfeather Woods wasn't as mystical as promised. The place was nothing more but ruins and broken promises, a place to leave whatever love she still held for her family. A Melonii she was no more, but the name she had to bear 'till the faithful day she would meet her husband - or wife. The sprite had traveled far, beyond the familiar and into the unknown - on her back still sat the curious creature she had named Loinnir, wings sometimes spreading as he stretched giving her the appearance of an angel. She had fed him, let him drink with her, and he was regaining the strength he lacked when she had found him. She wondered if, when he was fully recovered, he would leave her beyond like so many had done before.

She knelt at the river bed, salmon tongue lapping up the icy cold water to replenish her stamina. The bird hopped to the ground, his little beak sipping some of it up too. What do you need it for? You've been riding on my back since I found you. She mumbled to her companion between her laps. Loinnir cooed apologetically, hopping back on her rescue cape. Now, where to, good friend?