Katherine
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Angelica Stafford
Islander Camp
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An arm was cast over her shoulders, and Angelica tensed in a way she didn't realize had become unfamiliar to her now. She'd spent too long in the comfort of Stormalong where no one dared to touch her but her husband and Queen, that she'd forgotten entirely what an unwanted touch was. 

Now it raced back to her with a flash of ice in her veins, and she ducked, dipping out of the touch to turn on her heel and face the culprit. Her brain stuttered when she saw Harmattan, and she furrowed her brow. 

"I suppose I could ask the same of you, considering you're not a diplomat." She retorted, straightening a bit. "I'm surprised to see you sober, what's the occasion?"
Joan
Zane Harmattan
Islander Camp

"Don't act like you don't know why I'm here." He rolled his eyes, before shrugging. "And contrary to what you may think, I am capable of controlling myself."

"Now, why are you here." The small smile he wore dropped as he got back to the topic. "Don't try to bullshit me either, Angelica. I'm not in the mood."
Katherine
**Angelica Stafford
Islander Camp**

She genuinely had no idea what he was doing there.

He turned the topic back to her, and she rolled her eyes. "Contrary to what _you_ might think, I have responsibilities and tasks of my own to carry out while everyone is gathered here. It's easier to stop by and preform embassy work without having to said for weeks on end between one nation to the other." She paused, and lifted her fingers, a small note between them, sealed with Mikhail's white poppy sigil.

"The Prince asked me to deliver an invitation to Maith while I was making my way through the camps. Why are you here, because try as I might I can't think of a reason besides you spying on me."
Joan
Zane Harmattan
Islander Camp

"Yes, because in a gathering of foreign powers, you're the one I wanna spy on." Zane deadpanned, shaking his head. "Don't put yourself so high on my list, Angelica. You're not that much of a priority."

"If you're just delivering a letter, surely you won't mind me tagging along." He taunted, smirking down at her.
Katherine
**Angelica Stafford
Islander Camp**

He shook his head, and she rolled her eyes. "Actually, I do mind you being anywhere near me, so if you could kindly fuck off I'd appreciate it."
Joan
Zane Harmattan
Islander Camp

Zane raised a brow at that. She was only delivering a letter, was she? He just shrugged and walked past her, waving casually over his shoulder as he began to walk the camp again.

She was hiding something. Time for him to make Angelica a priority, it seemed.
Katherine
**Angelica Stafford
Islander Camp**

She pursed her lips together, watching as he shrugged and breezed past her. She knew him better than to think that would be the end of it, so she let out a soft breath before calling out to him. "Zane." She used his name, knowing it would catch more attention than her usual huff of 'Harmattan!'. When he paused she closed what distance he had put between them and extended the letter out to him. 

"If you're gonna be here, you might as well drop this for me- I've got a few more territories to see before I meet Eric for dinner." Her eyes dipped to Mikhail's letter, waiting for him to take it. "I presume I can trust you to get it to Maith? Otherwise I'm telling Mika that it's your fault his father didn't get his letter."
Joan
Zane Harmattan
Islander Camp

He glanced at the letter before nodding, gripping it lightly as he took it from her. Taking the letter from her, he began to walk away. "Sure thing, Angelica. You can trust me." He called over his shoulder, idly waving at her.

He was going to have to hunt down Nero, and have him shadow Angelica. No matter how he tried to shake it, something still felt off about all of this, and he'd rather be safe then sorry.

That could wait though, he had a letter to drop off.
Heather
Cecilia Lyanah 
Vallen Sky, Taemar

During the past few months, Cecilia has had the leisure of strolling through cities and towns without having to look over her shoulder every few seconds. They were all similar to each other with their streets that were once buzzing with activity now abandoned as everyone decided it was safest to remain within their homes. It confused her at first, considering she hadn't witnessed the sickness spreading among the humans like the weakened prey they were. It was the lack of bounty hunters that initially caused her to emerge from deep within the forests but once she began noticing dead bodies that had been piled up inside a pit and the scent of diseased rot, Cecilia realised a plague was among the human kind. She couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the thought of so many humans forced to cower inside their homes. This plague was like a dream come true, especially since she was immune to any type of disease that riddled humanity. 

She made herself at home in a different house each night, taking advantage of the families or those who lived alone that didn't make it through the sickness. She raided their valuables and took what she enjoyed the sight of, ate all the meat they had available while barely touching any of the fruit or vegetables and slept peacefully through the nights.

Eventually, the shifter caught the whispers of a kingdom that was currently plague free. As she dug further by roaming the streets and intercepting any messengers that passed by, Cecilia found the name of the supposed plague free kingdom. To her luck, she also heard about the council.

Cecilia began to make her way towards Taemar from Southern Feyshore, making herself comfortable whenever she stayed in abandoned homes. During her travels, Cecilia taught herself to learn the difference between the scent of someone infected and someone free of the disease. As she did this, the shifter noticed a similar smell in the rodent species and connected the two to each other and an idea came to her mind for her grand entrance to Vallen. 

Reaching Taemar, Cecilia decided it was safest to find camp outside Vallen before she entered. She needed to know what it was she was walking herself into. The shifter eventually found a home belonging to a lovely elderly couple and their daughter and wasted no time in silencing them before throwing their now bloodied corpses into a bedroom. She had a good couple of days to stay inside this home before the scent of rot grew strong enough to become noticeable and by then she would already have moved on.

Once she set up camp inside her new home, an idea came across her mind that brought a grin to her lips. It was in her nature to cause a disturbance when she visited where a council was taking place. Shifting into her eagle form, Cecilia spread her wings before bringing them forcefully towards the ground, lifting her off towards the sky. The wind current was in her favour as she mostly glided towards the city, her sharp eyes catching the sight of a few rodents scurrying through the dirtiest parts of Vallen and immediately dove towards them. They had no chance as Cecilia's talons wrapped around their small bodies before being shot up into the sky with her, one in each foot. Now that she had the vermin, the shifter made her way towards the castle and the camp surrounding it before releasing one down towards the islander camp and the other on the next closest group she could see. 

Knowing she couldn't stay to watch her masterpiece of two rats falling from the sky, Cecilia immediately made her way back so she could shift into her human form and make herself look presentable.