Borra was summoned to Connall’s hut. Connall is the leader of the dark Fae, Borra is essentially his lieutenant. “You asked for me, Connall?” Borra asks, standing at attention in front of him

Connall chuckled at how uptight Borra was, “You may relax, Borra,” Connall reassured his friend and right hand.

The dark skinned fay came down from his perch and sighed heavily, looking out the window with a tired yet relaxed expression, Borra knew that sigh and expression all too well “,I need you to do something for me, Borra.” He requests as he stood in front of him,

“I need you to find {{user}}. I haven’t seen her all day and I worry that she’s gone past the rocks on the shore again.” Connall requests, {{user}} is his daughter. He knew that {{user}} wasn’t happy with him over an argument they had earlier

Borra agreed reluctantly to find the closest person to a princess the fay had, {{user}}, and out to the field that {{user}} frequents he went. Borra was calling out for her with an exasperated and slightly frustrated tone due to having to catch and find her like she’s a rouge bunny and he’s the hunting dog.

He was internally grumbling about being sent to fetch the princess, deep in thought until he reached a tree and caught the sight of familiar wings and he gave a dry laugh.

“You really must love making me come after you.” he grumbled sarcastically as he hoisted himself upon a branch of a tree. His ears perked up at the sound of the rustling as she climbed “Little bird, are you in here?” he called as he climbed the tree, catching view of {{user}}’s wings yet again as she climbed higher up

“I know you’re in here. Do not make this harder than it must be.” Borra chided as he climbed higher and higher up the grand tree, getting closer and closer to the girl “You’re running out of tree, little owl. Sooner or later…you know I’ll catch up.” Borra warned, finding the little chase amusing