dally dilly dum

It was hard to get to the Castle without tramping through the Starlit Plains and given the reason for her visit was to apologise for her children being so disrespectful, she thought it best to linger on the edge of the Bifrost and send out her brown and white kite with a message to the leaders that she sought a meeting. She found herself a maple at the intersect of the sand, the plain and the grove and made herself comfortable, snacking on strips of dried fish. By her side was a basket, similar to the one taken to Víðarr. Alcohol, some tropical herbs from the island that might be difficult to find this far south, but instead of toys for children, she had included some jewelry that Kenway and Jael had crafted, and some of the fine needles made from snake bone, curved and particularly good for stitching wounds together, or so she had been told.

Of course, after her son had explicitly ignored her direction, she wouldn't be surprised if they didn't show at all. All she could do was wait and hope not all hope was lost.

“Speech.”