Beware A Bathing Maiden

Gossamer sighed heavily. She found a patch of green grass, nestled beneath a gnarled tree and she settled inside the little nook to think and watch the river flow on by. She wasn't sitting there for long when she spied a pretty femme walking the edge of the river. It took her a moment but she recognized the girl as Dagrún of Fireside. She squinted. She'd heard that Fireside had been up to know good, marking a bear head to look like her father's and tossing it across the border. She was out of the loop of the conflict but knew to be wary. She stayed where she was for the moment, just watching.