Raise These Bones

It was hard to not shake the slight discomfort at seeing someone from her past, even if Drifa hardly knew her. Who knew precisely what she knew of her, of Ignatius, and of his brother? She felt her skin crawl at the thought of how Drifa could complicate things for her here if she chose to, but she had to hope that wasn't her intention. Though she was uncomfortable at the meeting of someone from her homeland, part of her also felt oddly relieved - and reconciling those feelings was proving to be difficult. "I have no clue where he is," she admitted, trying to hide the strange mixture of annoyance and sadness that touched her at the mention of her once-lover. "There were no signs that he meant to leave. I thought Fyri was going well," Kirsi sighed at the thought. It had been a small pack, sure, but Ignatius had high ambitions at the time... she didn't know him to be the type to flee, though perhaps in regards to that he'd taken a page out of her book. The thought that his abandonment was somehow a punishment stung, but she had trouble telling herself that wasn't fully the case.

"What's it you're doing there, anyway?" Kirsi questioned her curiously. Drifa seemed like she had a decent grasp on whatever it was she was doing. Things to deal with plants and healing had never been Kirsi's forte but maybe it wouldn't hurt to know a few things if she was going to stick with Winterfell and participate in these raids that Acere spoke of. The blue-furred woman knew she needed to soon stretch her fighting muscles and remind herself what she needed to work on, and already she was planning a trip outside of Winterfell's borders to search for a suitable partner, but for now she was content to reconnect - if it could even be called that, given the fact that they were hardly more than acquaintances - with someone from her past.