Sreda sat, awaiting with a patience for the sentry to come to her. Sitting tightly and fixed upright and ears to attention, poised with perfection. Her gaze - sharp, striking. The vibrancy of her purple eyes... It also made her think of Harper, of Sheauga... But everything else of Sreda was one hundred percent her own. She - she was stunning. Maybe Wardruna was just feeling emotional after having lost so much and now having so little to hold close to.

Thank you, Sreda. It was a brilliant celebration. Wardruna's chin dips before the woman, the same curt nod given to her. Tough knowlegement. A hardened air of seriousness. Northfall had not been so vibrant since.

Disbursed? A softness shown there in her, to which Wardruna returned with her own softened gaze. Wardruna would like to think of it that Elysium wasn't any longer. They weren't gone. Not like Northfall's possibility. As Sreda said, they had been forced out by nature (well, magic). Wardruna liked to think of it more as 'visiting allies until the coast is clear'. Yet still, hearing they had losses recently too caused Wardruna's ears to sweep back.

She didn't ask for the details. Sreda wasn't a woman who liked lingering on the sad and depressing stuff. Death was death. New life was given elsewhere. Simple as that. Wardruna kept having to remind herself that these were the mindsets of her very own people, too.

In Avon, yes? She knew the answer, having went to the festival they had held plus having ran into Fiadh on the way here.

Internal, yes. Our lands have not been touched by the plague. Not yet, anyway. But there was still miles between them and the gloom which lingered further north. After King Ragnar, our most prominent sentry died. Then the Queen who had left us. Right after the death of the King, she should have remained to support her son and pack, yet she did not. Wardruna was still bitter with this (but R.I.P.) because it only proved that Jasmine was never really ever going to be one of their own.

During our mourning many others left our ranks. To leave the place which reminded them so much of those lost, or because they didn't feel welcomed while the Stormborns shut themselves off or whether it was unaccepting of Arvid's new rule. Either way, the pack needed them and they had left. Its just five of us now.