Hushed Willows Could've been the wine

Loinnir and the fae queen were gathering some lavender in the clearing while everything went down elsewhere in the forest. The owl would come and present a piece of grass and she had to tell him; Thank you Loinnir, but no, that is also not lavender. every time. She had gathered a mouthful herself and was just about to place them on a sunny rock to dry (as she'd seen Deidra do so before) had she not been interrupted by Eleuthera who told her what was happening nearby in a hurry. She placed the flowers near a willow she'd recognize upon her return and swiftly made her way to the scene with the other girl, Loinnir digging his claws in her shoulders as he nestled in his favorite spot again.

The queen was much more delicate with her words than the fire fae and less prone to aggression, even when facing the giant cat that had chosen to hang out in one of their willows - safely out of their reach. She raised an eyebrow at the gathering, then her gaze went back to the cat. Good day, sir. She called. My name's Lumiya - queen of the faes. Would you mind explaining why you've come to visit? She asked politely, not knowing of the mind game he was playing with Caw nor of his relation to one of their pixies. She knew better than to insult the higher creatures of the realm though.