Every Little Thing She Does

The tiny wolf room another swig of mead when the gourd was handed back to her.  She couldn't really feel her lips anymore and her mind was fantastically fuzzy. This was what she needed.  This was why she came out here all on her own.  To drink away her sorrows,  forget about her past and refuse to think about her future.

Rhythm answered her question first. Iolaire had heard of Abaven, but hadn't heard anything in particular about them. If the elderly wolf was headed that way,  perhaps the dainty fae would pay her a visit later on.  Just to make sure that she arrived,  of course. She asked after Iolaire's own origins and the small woman replied,  her words just a little slurred. "Far, far away.  I've been a part of many kingdoms. Here's hoping that Ashen is the last." The dark fae raised her gourd to the sky before taking a hearty swig. 

The younger of the strangers spoke next and Iolaire listened.  She seemed to be a bit distant. Her path was hidden from her and she didn't know where to go. "If you're lost,  you can always come back to the Armada with me.  Perhaps from there you can find your way." She had been alone in the world for a long time.  It wasn't a good feeling.  She made the offer genuinely and somewhat hopefully. Having a newcomer would give her something to focus on other than her fucked up life.