Hushed Willows your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine

It had been only a while ago since the court had casted Memory out, and a she felt a darkness follow over, yet a relief at the same time. It was hard to describe, for it felt like a forshadowing of disaster, but a thorn had been removed from the guard's side. She never liked those who were disobedient, and preferred many to stay submissive when in her willows. She always seemed more friendly when it was outside- because there wasn't a need to be so protective.

Her duties were taken very seriously, as she promised to do so. There also was the slight satisfaction of having the control, which kept getting disrupted by either The Saints, or guests that she was not informed of. Then incidents, like Memory, were to happen. Orlaith firmly believes that all should go through their inititian, but with her, before the ritual of passage to become a true fae-folk.

Then there was a snap that rung out, making the flaming wolf snap out of her thoughts, and more alert. The smell of prey had been spilled, but was ignored to an unfamiliar one. Another, that irritated her so. She came out from the distance, head held high as she looked proudly, and disdainly down to the intruder, "Who are you, to come to these Willows?" Perhaps even more stern then usual, as what had happened in the morning.