eachdraidh | Video; Seelie-locked

[Poised on a stretch of snow-capped cliffs looking over Cothromach's strong-hold on one side, Cu Chulainn posted on his locket and gave it a wide grin. His spear was resting over his shoulder and he looked absolutely unbothered by the razor-sharp, freezing winds lashing at him. In the far distance, a plume of black smoke rose up from a camp that he had recently razed and destroyed. Lancer made his distance earlier, to avoid being scouted too easily]

Hey there. It's come to my attention that we've got some unwelcome Unseelie soldiers sticking around Cothromach. I think they figured their camps were pretty well-disguised, but after awhile--it gets tough to hide that many soldiers. So--

[With a grin, he stood up straight and began walking up the cliff-face, scaling the mountain on foot. At that point, the mangled and burning Unseelie camp could be seen more clearly in the opposite direction as Cothromach. The mountain face gave Lancer an eagle's view of that camp, though it was largely too difficult for most people to scale as quickly as he had.]

I'm usually the type to hog the glory, but I'm missing a few of my precious abilities, so I'll need some help rooting those folks out and running them out of these lands. Who's in for some raids?

[OOC: Plot planning is here!]

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...Well, you may jumped the gun a little bit, hawk. [Grainne's anger was understandable. Even Lancer was surprised that Diarmuid took such a stance on that matter.

Cu Chulainn, himself, could never imagine that sort of dedication to another ruler or having another home. The Queen was his partner, but she was only that.]

You might want to hear her out a bit, your wife.

[Diarmuid is startled when Grainne disappears like that, but he realizes--a few moments too late, naturally--why she is so upset.]

I chose my words poorly and she misunderstood me. This place is our new home, at least for the foreseeable future. Of course, we need to protect it. That doesn't mean I have given up on going home, but we won't be able to get home if this place is destroyed in the meantime.

[He sighs and then shakes his head.]

Don't worry. I will be sure to speak to her soon and straighten things out.

Best not to use the word 'home' at all. From what I heard of you, hawk--the Princess was likely made unhappy by that lifestyle you two lived. Once she got a home again, you could imagine the pride she must have felt when it was built up.

[Unfortunately, he realized the parallel with his own Princess, Emer. Had his wife been uprooted after she gave up her old life for him, she would have taken to violence right away.]

For soldiers, 'where we sleep' is something else entirely.

[Also, damn it, he was trying to score with Grainne. Why was he giving Diarmuid advice?]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at the other Lancer.]

The lifestyle we lived made her unhappy? I am assuming you mean while we were on the run? I was not the one who chose that lifestyle. She did when she chose to run away.

[He did his best and he regrets none of it, including refusing to sleep with her until much time had passed.]

But, you are right about the fact I shouldn't have used 'home.' I forget sometimes how much that is different for people like us.

[Especially when the whole Servant thing is added in.]

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