Christina
**Cecilia Lyanah
Tonate Proper, Valkrin's Estate** 

In the past few weeks, Cecilia had been the most laziest she has ever felt. Not many people have managed to piss off or annoy the shifter during her times in the isles. It was a record for Cecilia, not being the cause of trouble in a while. In fact, it would have been a record regarding her addiction to death and sending others to it. Even though it was nice not having to watch over her shoulder every second, fearing some assassin or bounty hunter attempting at her life, Cecilia couldn't help but feel endless boredom. She needed the adrenaline, something to keep her excited and wanting more. It would explain her joy towards the punishment she faced during the council on the mainland. 

Nether-less, Cecilia was bored. She enjoyed her time with Puck and witnessing his ruthless bloodthirsty nature. Other than that, there has been no entertainment. Even the tavern fights she involved herself in wasn't enough to keep her entertained. She needed more. Who else did she know in the isles that could potentially entertain her? It took a few moments of thinking before the realisation came. Val.

She felt like an idiot, not having thought of him earlier. Hell, she could probably spend her time on the isles with him whether he liked it or not. Not like she'd give him a choice, he'll simply have to deal with her presence. She didn't need any direction towards Valkrin's estate. She had spent enough time on the isles to know the location of almost everything and everyone. Unlike the mainland, The Isles was a lot easier to navigate. 

Rather than shifting, Cecilia decided to take a nice stroll in her human form towards Val's estate, embracing the calm wind. The journey was short but satisfying in the sense that Cecilia was unbothered by a single person. She wore a simple grey tunic with the Maith house colours embroidered , a black cloak and black trousers with multiple stitches from recovered tears as she strolled towards the Valkrin Estate. As she was to enter, a couple of men covered in armour prevented her from passing the gates by stepping in her way and drawing their weapons. 

She felt her shoulders drop in annoyance. Cecilia thought about her following actions and for the first time in her entire existence, thought about the possible outcome of her actions. She could easily overtake the men in front of her but then she would have to deal the the repercussions of doing so, potentially landing her in trouble. Or, she could find an alternate way that didn't involve injury or death. Deciding the latter, Cecilia first gave the name she was known by to no avail. They simply refused to allow her to enter. She could perhaps request they let Valkrin know of her presence, but she felt she was above that. Instead, she decided to meet her options half way.

Her eyes were the first to change as they merged from their original muddy brown to a vibrant blue. Her jaw cracked as her human teeth sharpened into canines, widening while her face became slightly deformed in a mixture of wolf and human features. The men looked on in silence with widened eyes and dropped jaws, their weapons slacking by their sides as they allow her to enter, as if they had been warned previously about her existence. 

With a grin, Cecilia felt a weird not having to murder or cause destruction in order to get her way and made her way past the foyer. *Vaaaaaaal, where are youuuuu? * She sang in her head.
Margaret
Captain Valkrin Farensun
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper

The familiar feeling of Cecilia's call nagged at the back of Valkrin's mind, like an itch behind the eyes. 

*Are you in my fucking house, Ceci?*

She'd taught him long ago of how shifters could communicate through thought, though it'd taken a few years to become thoroughly aware of when she was attempting to reach him. The captain was in the courtyard pruning his hibiscus trees when the shifter called out to him, and informed her of how to reach him. 

"Might as well just get a damn key made for you, if you're just going to waltz in here unannounced" He shouted as footsteps could be heard approaching him.
Christina
**Cecilia Lyanah**
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper

He didn't really need to shout as she found herself walking closer towards him, grinning from ear to ear. She made her way into the courtyard nonchelatnly, like she didn't have a care in the world. She always enjoyed her little interactions with the captain, feeling as if she could be herself without the worry of hiding her impulsive and sometimes cruel behaviour. She waited until she was close enough for the old man to hear before she replied. 

"What? Did you expect me to send a letter to inform my arrival?" She asked incredelously with a raised brow. "I fly three times faster than pigeon. It would be here hours after my arrival so I thought fuck it, and here I am!"
Margaret
Captain Valkrin Farensun 
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper 

"You just woke up and decided to come pester me for no reason other than boredom?" Valkrin sighed, sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the courtyard. This was one of his oldest friends, a term he used very loosely, and over the years he'd grown quite fond of the woman. 

Valkrin called for food and wine to be brought to the pair, if she was going to stay, she might as well be fed. 

"As you well know, a letter wouldn't have done any good."
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper 

"Yeah, pretty much." She shrugged as she sat down in the chair opposite to him and crossed her legs, making herself comfortable. "And exactly. So why bother?" 

She eyed over Valkrin features, aged by both the island's blistering sun mixed with the salted winds of the sea and the years he's lived. After a quick observation of the Captain, the shifter leaned back into the lounge chair and looked towards the sky in thought. 

"I think I'm getting tired of running and having to watch my back every second."
Margaret
Captain Valkrin Farensun 
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper 

Valkrin chuckled a bit at her last comment, taking a cigar from the case in his pocket and lighting it. "You're not the only one but be careful, the longer you a stay in one place, the harder it gets to leave." He remembered his days of running from the Terreme Navy, after every escape he'd stay awake for days, waiting in case of attack. 

"I guess it all depends on what you plan to do about it, stay in one place and settle, or continue running until even the gods couldn't find you."
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper

The corner of her lips lowered at the thought of staying in one place. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the thought of not having to live in a daily survival mode, it was the realisation that hit when she struggled to remember how it felt living in peace. She simply couldn't. She hadn't felt peace since she was a child. "That's the thing. I don't know what I would do with it." 

She sat momentarily in silence, listening to the peaceful atmosphere around them. "I've tried to settle down and simply live my life without fear but I always end up fucking it up before I can even experience it." She sighed heavily. "It's like the moment I feel myself in a place where I can finally relax and feel like I belong, I instantly have to do something to fuck it up. Especially when it comes to my emotions getting the best of me."
Margaret
Captain Valkrin Farensun 
Farensun Estate Tonate Proper 

Between puffs of the cigar, Valkrin sat up and poured himself some wine. "Well that's easy" He said, taking a long sip, "Simply stop fucking things up." He laughed, then stood and continued pruning the hibiscus. 

"There's room in the Isles for you, hell you could even stay here. There's more rooms in this place than I can count, and I'm sure Miss Tanner wouldn't mind company that isn't myself or the servants."
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper

Her eyes narrowed as they followed Valkrin, glaring playfully in response to his comment. Then a thought crossed her mind. "Sure, when you stop aging." 

She thought about his offer as she remained sitting, her body taking its moment to soften from the stress she's been dealing with. The poppies would most likely leave her alone if she were to remain here, but she couldn't remember whether or not she's met Miss Tanner before. "Have I met this Miss Tanner?"
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
Farensun Estate, Tonate Proper

*A young Catarina sat shivering in the creek. She was 4? Maybe 5 years old? It was the tail end of summer, when the days were hot and nights were chilly, leaving the creek's water, which flowed down from the mountains high above, frigid. Welcome in the heat of the day, but chilly as day turned to evening. Her mother stood behind her, rag in one hand and a bar of lye soap in the other, scrubbing away a day's worth of play. *
*"You know," Cat's mother said, "If your left ear is itching, someone is speaking evil of you. If the right ear is itching, it's a sign someone is speaking well of you." *
*Cat's eyes widened with childlike wonder, still young enough to believe every word spoken by her mother, as she exclaimed, "But mama, both my ears have been itching today!"*
*Her mother leaned around her, a bit of mirth appearing in her expression.*
*"Aye, I noticed," She responded. "You know what that means?"*
*"What?" Little Cat asked incredulously.*
*"It means you ain't scrubbed your ears, you little twit!"*

Cat smiled fondly at the memory as she scratched the back of her right ear for a moment, the bangles jangling softly about her wrist from the movement. She knew nothing of the guest that had come to visit Val, but she had heard the staff flitting about and chittering amongst themselves to prepare some food, so she took it upon herself, as the lady of the house, to be a good hostess. Besides, even after all these years, food had an incredible hold on her. Too many years not knowing where the next meal would come from.

She strode towards the courtyard, pilfering a tray of fruit from one of the servants to present to the guest herself, though she did sneak a few pieces off of it on the remainder of her walk. She entered the courtyard just as the pair spoke of her, and interrupted with, "No, I don't believe we have met."
Christina
Cecilia lyanah 
Farensun Estate

When she heard the female voice, the shifter turned her gaze towards a woman she did not recognise by scent or face. Not that it would matter much if she did, since she barely remembered the scent or faces of those who meant nothing to the shifter. 

Cecilia lifted herself up so she was no longer lounging but sitting up straight. She did a quick observation of the woman that neared her before looking towards Val then back towards the woman holding the tray of fruit. The shifter stood and reached her hand out for the woman to shake, unsure on how to introduce herself properly but kept her behaviour in favour of the old man. "It's probably a good thing we haven't met, I'm Cecilia." 

*Is she a lover or..?* She mentally questioned Val. She didn't see him as the romantic type but people continued to surprise her.