This Christmas I'll Burn It To The Ground!

Ignis's call was unmistakable, especially to Kirsi - it was a challenge cry, one that emanated with power and desperate wanting. Ignis wanted to make Winterfell his, and judging by his tone he wanted it quite badly, too. How... interesting. While she was getting used to her quiet life here, she recognized his ambition and she didn't fault him for it in the slightest, unlike perhaps most of the other members that made up Winterfell. She wondered what Song might think of this potential change in direction for Winterfell, potentially for their lives. Once she'd had similar aspirations and she'd gone through desperate lengths to get what she wanted; she wondered what Ignis would do to get what he wanted. Some of the things she'd been forced to do had caused a series of events she'd never been able to anticipate. Deeply curious about what was going on, she abandoned her little trek through the pine forest, where she'd been searching for something small to eat. Her hunger forgotten, she made her way to the gathering, instinctively searching for Song in the small crowd that had formed. She felt the palpable tension that ebbed through the group, but remained as icy-cold as ever as she settled down and rocked backwards, interested in whatever scene might unfold before her.