“It certainly can. Just like finding where one belongs.” The Dancer said with sentiment in her voice and a pleasant movement to her lips. Mentioning Them again nearly sent the Winter’s chill through her lithe body.
Nodding to Katrin’s observation she couldn’t help but grin to the beautiful Queen’s smirk. “Yes, I believe so Your Highness.” And in the flawless eyes of the Icy Beauty, L’aire realized she probably understood where she was coming from. I wonder what she was like when she was fresh out of the Hedge. “Have you been in a similar situation before?” L’aire’s hand went up straight shaking it away as well as shaking her head quickly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” The Fairest looked down a moment, knowing her curiosity got the best of her. L'aire may have been good at keeping secrets, but not the questions that came to mind.
Still, L’aire pushed forward with the Queen’s suggestion. “I do hope I find it soon. Although I am not impatient, I also don’t want to sit idly by either.” The Dancer was obviously anything but lazy. Yet it may have looked like that to some. She cared a great deal for the Freehold as her roots began implanting themselves further into the city. L’aire had Dorian to thank for bringing her here. Now she had people like Perry and John to thank for keeping her here, and some members of the Summer Court.