All the years and no one heard

Gilgamesh was right, there was no reason to hesitate. After all, it had been their plan all along to find more land for the animals, for their pack, and it was a whole lot easier than potentially laying to siege Avalon for their orchard and barn when they could build their own right here. The ruins of a wall lay along the Moor, stretching to the perilous steep slopes of the Redwater rocks to the north and it would be far easier to repair what was already there than to build anew.

Dread had proven himself a capable carpenter in constructing the treehouse on Dove Island, and she was sure if she asked, he would erect their own barn, if it ever got cold enough to need it this close to where the seasons crossed over on the northern and southern continent. As far as latitude went, they were no closer or further away than the islands. They wouldn't freeze, and this close to the Hallows, with the leadership open to talks, she was sure they wouldn't necessarily need to plant their own orchard when they had the option to trade, should Ken continue to insist their alcohol was missing something.

"You're right," They weren't words she said to Gil often, and she offered him a knowing smirk when she said so. "Let's do it," She nodded and smiled, there would be time to track down her uncle once the dust of the move had settled (if only she knew what was coming).

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