Hushed Willows fluttering birds,

The flood had been disastrous, but not as much as she had expected. Due to the faeries' quick reaction, much of their caches and herbs had been saved and most their members were safe and sound. She hoped the rains would stop before winter came, she'd hate for all the water to be frozen - or perhaps the world had had enough of all of them, and would continue the rain until the whole realm was part of the sea.

She was digging another cache in the higher parts of the forest when the call for an audience rang through the air. The girl was already soaked to the bone, so what more would a trip to the border do anyway? Even Loinnir had grown apathetic about it all. They exchanged a look, a mental shrug, then the small, skinny queen carried the white, wet bird with her to meet their visitors.

Greetings. The young queen spoke, though her tone was less chipper than usual. Her tail was held high, casually flopping wet fur around as she wagged it in a friendly manner. How can I help you? She continued, her eyes briefly glancing over the pair, not recognizing their scent or faces from anything - though the rain was no help.