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A woman, clad in hunting leathers, sits in a familiar tree that overlooks the Black Road. Her fingers worry over a smooth stone, idly, as she talks to her self.

Well, talks to someone,  who may or may not be herself.

"Sister mine, alot has changed in the last few months. We have family, again. I am no longer a lone wolf.

"In fact, we found another of the blood.  

"She doesn't look it, but she is indeed one of us.

"In addition, I am now Seneschal. Yes, me. Of Silverspire. It looks like I may be ahead of the game.

"Kazimir was wounded in battle...his eye, this time. It'll grow back, but it will take a while.  His ladylove was made a Viscount...our lands are returning to us once again.

"Give my love to the rest of the family."

She kisses the stone, then skips it out across the Road as if it was a river. Then she hops down from the tree and disappears into the trees of Arden.

In a tree by the Black Road in Arden, a bright-eyed brunette lounges, lithe in leathers, contemplating the dark wound across the forest. She's fingering a palm-sized stone, worrying it with her fingers. Despite being alone, she begins talking.


"Sister mine, can you hear me?

"Is this thing that threatens Amber a penalty for her centuries of sin? The dead Oberon & his gets have caused crying out for vengence?

"If it is, you're doing a piss poor job. 

"Scaple, Sister Dear. Sharp edges, not this blunt instrument. The Vengeful Dead hurt more than thier spilled blood cries out for. This tactic is beneath us...it is more like Oberon himself.

"Eric is missing, pressumed dead. I'll believe it when I see it, but at least he no longer sits on the throne, here. His son, a half breed, rules Weirmonken, but the Jester says He Is His Own Wolf, so this is a good sign.  One might even be optimistic. 

"You'd like the Jester. She's a pretty little thing. What's more, Kazimir likes her. You remember Kazimir, don't you, sister mine? He's doing well...well, as well as can be expected, missing an eye and all.

"Dalt's here. You never met him, but....well, we do what we can, where we can, to stem the tide.

She looks at the stone.

"Hope this finds you. While I still live, you all still live."

She throws the stone. It arcs out into the road, where it bounces, kicking up dust, and lays still. The woman jumps down from the tree.

"That's all that keeps me from doing something incredibly stupid, sometimes," she breathes.

And then she dives into the bushes. They rustle, and then the scene is still.

Still hate ships.

Arrived in the city. No sign of The Prince.

Docks can be an interesting diversion. It might grow back if he has any proper blood in him.

Well, any left.

That delightful little coffee shop is still here. Met my first Feldane...apparently, they're more social, now. And philantric. Towards animals.

I wonder if she was like that before she met her Weir friend.

I will have to look her up later. 

And find The Prince.