Wardruna had not been to the blushed meadows all that often. It was usually just a place of in-between; a place she strode back and forth through on her way to allies but never particularly a place to visit all its own. Until today, of course. She might need to learn of these lowlands beyond her home's reaches, especially now that a budding empire grew within.

The word of festivities sounded and it was only in Wardruna's nature to be drawn towards it. She would never miss a party nearby, if she could avoid it! That, and she might be even able to collect and few trinkets to present to Sheauga, too. She had every intention of visiting the little bird and raccoon over these making flower crowns...

Yet for now, she simply strode, enjoying to watch. It was the sight of her little brother far from his island home which captured her attention. Sæll bróðir. (Hello brother.) She calls out to him as she draws nearer into the deeply golden boy's direction.