Take Me To Your Leader And I'll Burn Your House To The Ground

After returning to The Hallows and spending a few days with her younger siblings, Iolaire had been informed that Zee had taken ill and had died. It was a bit of a shock to the crochety old fae and, knowing Sirius as she did, she knew that he would be beating himself up and wallowing. Iolaire didn't judge him for that. They'd all seen how she'd been after Roan had taken ill and died. She had died for a while herself. Now that she was alive again and mostly sane, she intended to find her brother and keep him from turning out the same way.

Honestly, Iolaire couldn't remember if she'd been to this place or not with as addled as her mind had been before. She knew how to get to the Col though and that's exactly where she went. Border markers be damned, the small, slender woman tromped right over it and made her way into the heart of Armada territory. If the wolves of the Armada were doing their jobs, she would be intercepted. If not, she'd find Sirius all on her own. Brow furrowed, a look of determination hard on her face, Iolaire trudged on.

"Iolaire"