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As Sionnach made her way back north once again, a strange dwarven song hung in the air around the Adunic fighters, the words 'buttercup' hanging in the icy air...

Sionnach Redfist starts to organise the children from the many household, making sure no one was left behind in the mass chaos of the move.

For the first time in many a year, in a house that was now hers, Sionnach, the one who seems to out fight, out drink and now out live another one of her lovers sit and ponders the life she managed to half live. For she had formed a life with this man, built a house and help raise a village with him, and managed to achieve one of her main goals, to have a family. And within a short time she was sent rocketing back to the start of her journey, once again alone in her ventures, though with more friends, the lone knight stared at her glaive, an ever present item at her side, and pondered her next steps. For once, the Vixen of the central plains did not have a plan.

Mica sits alone in her clinic, clock ticking lowly on the wall in the dim medics office. The constantly busy clinic silent for the night. Before her the paperwork of her clan brothers death lay before her. She has nothing to say, nothing at all towards the grudge or the death. She returns to her writing once more. The Kingdom felt more empty that night.

“Who en da FOCK HURT MA SON” Strange shouting cascades down from the Goldhand manor, as well as several balls of fire. Many of the birds that roosted near the gilded home take off in fight.

from a distant village where only a few know of her whereabouts Sionnach receives the dark news, the missive in her hand detailing the scene found. a frown etched into her face, "another one... the family grows smaller by the year" attempting to keep a level voice in the semi crowed tavern. she rises and slinks off into the night, westward.

Mica loses her actual mind and in true fan girl fashion grabs her Ajax band shirt and parties to the music once again

Vixen looks over the missive, “Ken what…. Glad I’m married already” frowning over the ‘cannot be a vixen’ segment again

Mica Aggressively prepares a buffet for the festival

07 keep well man, stay safe don't die

sion again looks confused at another piece of paper "this once again doesn't matter to me..." mica sits up on some hill, flames flicking around her, "HA dere dey go, love meh a bit o madness en da court" letting the paper turn to ash in her hand as she gets up and runs off again

“Why was this sent to me!!?” Sion looking up from the paper, asking the empty room that stood as her hidden office “we are just farmers!” Mica likely having better things to do, is off somewhere, likely doing better things

The sounds of the Urguani medics making their way back to the capital could only just be heard, prideful and proud, on the field again as combat medics should.

Sionnach hearing of the news from several different sources all at once sets down her paperwork and thinks back to that time she met the great duke all those years ago in that village. "fear eile den t-seann cheann a tuath air falbh, tha fios aig duine gu robh e na anam mòr" shaking her head as she spoke in the shared language, muttering a old prayer she shifts back to her paperwork. watching Almaris change before her.

bdan you magnificent bastard ill miss you, thanks for the outright bonkers rp and all the chaos the went along with it.