It's Funny How Reflections Change

Haydée’s head is positively spinning with all the recent events that have happened; Gil’s berating and maiming of her, a retaliatory raid against the raiders, Norad’s sudden fall, and the need to find enough food and housing for all the refugees within Ethne’s borders. It has been a few days since she had seen Artorias at the gathering of Norad exiles and, while she would like to put off any heavy talks right now, the young Leader knows that there are things that really need to be discussed.

Plus, Beauregard has explicitly told her that Ethne is not to seek retribution for the Syndicate takeover but, worried for them and her own pack’s safety, the young woman wants to seek the more experienced man’s advice on the subject. Also, she should let him about what happened with the follow up raid since it seems Ethne has made an enemy recently. It is nearing midday when Haydée crosses the beach that lays between them and the Hallows and she comes to a stop before her paws are even near the grass that will lead up to the castle.

Lifting her head, the young woman issues a call for the Lord of the castle, her voice laced with the need to talk, share news, and seek advice. With that done, she lowers her head, her recently stitched together right brow and cheek dully aching from the movement as she awaits the Lord of Cinder’s arrival.



"Haydée Kedieo"