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Mum?

[Somehow Merida's locket has jarred itself open when she hopped off of Angus, coming out from its resting place beneath her dress. Coming towards her is a beautiful woman, storming along the path in front of them, dress in her hands and a stern look on her face. Angus whickers in anxiety, prancing back and nudging his nose against Merida's head as though to tell her something but she's not paying attention to her faithful horse. She hasn't seen her mum in over a month, and the scene replaying out in front of her is too familiar.]

You embarrassed them, Merida. You embarrassed me.

You...I...mum...

[She seems to be stuck on words to say, as Angus bites his teeth down on her locket chain and pulls her back with it, tearing it off and causing it to fall to the side. The angle is haphazard now, but the view still the same. Merida visibly shrinks against him as Elinor comes to a stop a few feet from her, gesturing wildly and the expression on her face only becoming angrier.]

Turnin' me into a bear? What were you thinkin', lass? All I've ever done has been for you, Merida.

I know that...mum, I know that now, just...please, listen to me...

[Elinor shifts suddenly, her entire form lowering itself down to the ground as black fur sprouts over her body, snarls coming from her mouth that's now a bear's snout. She snarls, hackles raising and Angus scampers as she stalks forward, causing Merida to fall back now that she hasn't her horse to lean against. She scrambles out of sight of the locket, and the bear towers over her, roaring as she screams.]

[ooc: people are more than welcome to tag her, as I'll be having her answer messages after the conflict is done with :3]

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More than anythin'.

[She looks down at her lap, wringing her fingers together in the blankets as her face falls.]

But I can't do that. Not from here.

No, you can't, but don't look so defeated.

[He gives her a gentle and confident smile.]

You may not be able to fix things from here, but you can plan the best way to fix them once you are home again. And once those plans are done, you focus on doing what must be done to get yourself back home. Be that winning this war or finding some other way.

[He personally favors the 'other way' option considering they are technically on opposite sides of the war.]

[Likewise, she has no desire to win anyone's war. She had many friends on the 'other side' of things, two of them having saved her just hours before and the one before her offering council. Did she have to fall into one of those sleeps like the one that had taken Jack hold for a week in order to return home? It seemed almost impossible with how sleepless she was.]

Aye. [Could she ask for the tapestry as a boon? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't sure she wanted something from home right now.] I've been seekin' a way from this end. There must be some kind of magic that can reach between worlds to her like th' likes of which brings us here.

Yes, there has to be some way. After all, we were brought here and considering they had a big meal set up for us when we arrived, they knew we were coming.

[He shuts his eyes for a moment and shakes his head.]

As much as I want to believe in the High-King and High-Queen, it is in their best interests to keep certain information away from us. We just have to do what we can to find whatever information we can and piece it together.

Aye. I was too famished to question it at th' time but it did seem a bit odd that they'd just have a feast waitin' there.

[She pauses, then tilts her head.]

I trust Morla even less. My mother always said Seelie weren't as blunt as Unseelie when it came to their words.

[Diarmuid nods in agreement, looking a little sheepish as he does.]

It's true. Those that make up the Seelie court tend to hide their truth behind pretty words. You have not seen a true insult match until you have watched two knights do it with pretty words and 'compliments.'

[It can be a funny thing to witness, but right now it just makes it all that much harder to find the truth.]

Unseelie can be more blunt, but their bluntness can be just as distracting as pretty words can be. One side hides unpleasant truths in pretty words and the other hides them by not telling all of the important details.

You've obviously never seen three lords an' a king go at insultin' each other, no holds barred. Seelie or not, my father would be lettin' them fly.

[Pretty words or no, it always made for a amusing gathering. Until her mother stepped in at least. She cups her hands together a little, smiling softly.]

I'm fortunate to have many friends in th' Seelie, so I hope you don't think I mean ill of ye.

[Diarmuid laughs, imaging the scene she describes, and then shakes his head.]

I don't. Seelie or Unseelie doesn't matter. They are only titles. I would rather learn to like or dislike someone for their own actions and views as opposed some title. Perhaps this view is naive, but it is how I feel nonetheless.

[She shakes her head, making a humming noise in the back of her throat.]

Nay, I think so too. An' I'm extra glad that I don't, because otherwise I might not have come away unscathed tonight.

[Diarmuid smiles gently.]

Friends are friends no matter what. I am glad that yours were there to help you tonight. Are you feeling better now?

[He wishes he could have been there himself, but since all he can do now is talk with her, he hopes it has helped her relax some.]

[Smiling, she inclines her head in a nod.]

I don't think I'll be able to sleep still, but I am feelin' more relaxed. An' I've had enough tea tae sink a small ship.

[Merida giggles slightly at that.]

Thank ye, Diarmuid.

[It is a great relief to him to know that she is feeling better even if she still might not be able to sleep. At least it is a step in the right direction.]

I am glad to have helped. I hope the tea was at least good tea...

[How good a pot of tea can imps make anyway?]

Aye, it was.

[Or at least it had tasted fine to her, though that might have been her dry throat saying it was. It certainly hadn't been the strangest tea Merida had ever had, considering the travelers that came through DunBroch.]

Give my regards to Lady Grainne. An' thank ye again.

You are most welcome and I will be quite sure to do that. Sleep well whenever it finally finds you.

[Diarmuid nods and then shuts his locket to end the feed.]

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