Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

"I don't hate you either," now talking more, the fire subsided, "but I hate you're group," however, that part didn't change. Even if they never personally did wrong, she didn't like how they stood. The arrogancy that twirly-tailed man held was something she disliked as soon as she saw him, and knowing the dissaray at the coast, she found no reason to like them.

"Then what do you hate?" Orlaith would've thought he would hate her especially, after causing a wound amongst his side. Or at least the court, and their 'soggy trees,' that she rather liked. It was definitely a beautiful place, but at times, she was definitely out of place. A fire amongst the breeze, they were all like wind-nympths and water-fae's, while she was the only fire fairy.

Though now, she doesn't claim to be a fairy anymore. Even the old court, she didn't feel right calling herself a fairy. She was a wolf, on fire.