Friends Like These

Derowen only occaisionally left the workshop to scowl at any children passing too close to Seaver's still empty hut. The lights of the bar were already on as she saw Giste through the windows pouring drinks. She hadn't seen Liissa since Ylmischka had been confirmed safe and delivered of child by Sigvar.

Below her feet were bright feathers indicating that Vanja, glad to be back, had come this way recently.

No sign of the Thane, of Aethelric... she squinted, think of the Draughir and he will appear. She had thought him with his partner and her child in Urizen but it seemed he had returned. With him a group of fifteen, bedraggled... survivors of the Urizen front at a guess from their appearence. Then she saw the flash of shining blue and paused, it looked like Aethelric had brought Medea Ruth to Sigehold again.

Derowen sighed, she looked towards the bar a second time, at least Liissa wasn't home to argue with her again. But then it seemed that once more she spoke too soon about that. She could see the Madam emerging from the woods after two weeks with her hiking satchel upon her back and white flowers in hand. Derowen thought for a moment and then very deliberately returned to her quiet hut in the woods. A few moments alone were always somewhat more welcome when you knew that a game of Foot the Ball would be less agitating the the encounters to come.