Not a social visit

These days, it was rare to find Sedna without a child hanging off her heel or her holed up in her hut within the bamboo making sure stocks were replenished and ready to go. Half her litter were more prone to injury that any she had had before, and for the first time in her life, being a mother felt like real work. She was on the mend, thanks to Fuji's careful attentions, and now her daughter had returned to the Armada to get some more lessons from Halo she was a set of capable paws down when it came to gathering.

As luck would have it, she was harvesting mushrooms in the Ancient Oaks when Seer's call came. For a moment, panic lanced her chest, had something happened to Fuji? But the excited way Otis tugged at the fur over her shoulder, asking her to get a bit lower so the aging opossum could climb up onto her back, pulled her from her worries. No point guessing when she could just show up and ask.

When her eyes finally fell on the warlord, she allowed herself to release a breath she hadn't quite realised she was holding. He looked concerned, yes, but something told her he wasn't here to deliver life shattering news. At least, not for her. "'s a long way ter come fer tea," she teased, an easy smile on her face, or as easy as she could manage knowing how far he had come. "Ter what do we owe th' pleasure?"