Peace Offering

The man's response had her laughing once more. Lightning on a stick, was she? "I'll take that as a compliment," the fae spoke through her laughter. It was almost nice, talking to Sirius this way. This was polite banter rather than their usual scathing remarks. Isa admitted that she quite liked it. He could take her witty remarks and counter them with remarks of his own. She very much enjoyed wordplay.

Upon asking if they were almost there, Sirius replied seriously. When they arrived at the outpost, he wasted no time in thrusting a different cloak at her, demanding his in return. Isa shrugged, it was his fur, after all. The woman seated herself on her haunches and undid the clap that had kept the wind from sweeping the cloak away. Isa handled that clasp delicately and when Sirius waved his paw and told her to give, she shot him a glare. "Be patient," she advised him.

Opening the clasp, Isa slid from the cloak, the cold chill instantly biting into her with her established warmth stolen away. The fae grimaced as she handed the fur back to him, taking the one that he offered her in turn and instantly wrapping it about herself. Isa was freezing now that she had to start all over again to build warmth within the new, cold cloak.

"Isa"