when the moon fell in love with the sun

Passionate was one word for it. "She is indeed. I quite like her dog though. Pity she didn't bring him the second time we met." Animal lover to the core. The little raccoon had grumped off too soon as well. She would have liked to spend some time with it. Alas... a healer's companions took on the mindset of their master and the little creature had wandered off into the brush.

Io got comfortable upon the furs as well, allowing her body to sink into them. Her thick, foxlike tail entwined with Deathbelle's as they rested. The woman commented on Iolaire's job and the smaller fae gave a sardonic snort. "I thought it was." Sirius wasn't ready for her to speak on behalf of the Armada. So she would wait until things went wrong and then she would have no choice but to show her skill. Belle offered to say something on her behalf and Io gave a shake of her delicate skull in the negative. "No. He'll come around eventually. I was a diplomat in a few of my former positions. I'm rather good at it, if I do say so myself." She felt as though her skills in diplomacy were being wasted, but it wasn't her pack. It was his.

With a sigh, Iolaire lay flat upon her side, gaze still locked upon Belle's lovely face. "I feel a bit stifled, actually. He did take my advice on a hunt, however. We felled two oxen rather than one thanks to my trickery." Io loved Sirius, she truly did. If he continued to hold her back, however, she feared that resentment might eventually take hold.