Okay. Being along makes me sad. ;__;
Tarani was a little tenser than she was not but moments ago, sensing an unease in the young Satyr next to her. Natural. She was an uneasy creature who set unease in people as an infection sets in to the bone. It wasn't something she did intentionally, but it was something she was slowly gaining control over. "No need to worry so, Lost. I shall not harm you, nor shall I turn on you. I implore you...if you have any concerns lingering in your mind, speak of them; whether they be of me or any other in the Fae. Speak!," she exclaimed softly, "It has been many a year since I had such pleasing company. Lord Falk isn't much for talking as of late." She snickered at her last comment, the thought of how the meeting was going tickled her.
...there's that Tuath wandering about. The latter I wish to hear your views upon."