Heavy steps bring the woman forward, ignoring the melting slush beneath her paws. Instead her muzzle points forward, mismatched eyes glued to the horizon and what might lie just beyond. The air here reeks of new growth and her attention diverts to the ground beneath her paws. It is melting snow but beneath it is solid, more gravel than sand. Toes flex into the mixture, ignoring the cold's bite, as a paw raises and wipes away the melt. Here, below, there is grass. Short and stunted but stubborn, it wakes for the thaw of spring. A small smile turns her tired muzzle at the sight, lingering here a moment longer than she should before she keeps moving.

Along the lake she goes, an ear tilted towards the water -- listening to the creaks and groans of ice. There, too, it is melting as the water around it warms. Slowly and by small degrees but the change is imminent. There is something comforting about the changing of seasons, in this new ( and wholly foreign ) land. Time marches on regardless of the worries in her chest, and she can do nothing to slow it.

Spring is coming, and she is here to see it.

And she does not plan on squandering this last opportunity.

She moved across the melting slush at a slow amble, there had been no plan set before her as she visited the lake, merely just something to keep herself busy. Her heart was heavy, mind clouded with all kinds of thoughts and emotions garnered towards her ex-betrothed. He had her feeling so many things, enough to make her easily overwhelmed and pissed off at the same time. Brigid was almost certain that things were over between them, in the very least Hakon had made it seem that way, but yet she couldn't seem to let him go. They weren't together by any means but she didn't want to betray him by being with someone else. She was certain that he had probably moved on, his bed kept warm at night by countless others most likely, but she, she had been alone through it all. Alone to face her own demons and she had hardly come out of it all unscathed. Heavy paws tread forwards until a familiar scent damn near slapped her across the face. She froze, breath hitching as her blind gaze would cast outward, a deep chuff echoing around her as she summoned the woman. And oh the irony she felt that her mother-in-law was here. However she had always been fond of the woman, though Brigid was hardly fond of anything, and so she moved with a newfound sense of urgency as she closed the distance between herself and @Ofelía.

Her ambling pace is interrupted once more -- not by her own thoughts, but by another. Heavy paws slow for a moment as @Brigid calls, pausing in the slush as her muzzle turns -- surprised to see a familiar form. Almost a familiar form. It takes her a moment to place the splotched woman, but finally it clicks. Sigrun. The.... widow. The blind one who had failed her drowning, long before Ofelía had come. Her story is strange, albeit not uncommon: Vellen always had a funny sense of humor -- taking the sight of an already vision-impaired woman certainly seemed a fitting penance for a failed drowning. And, oh, what a concept!

Their sister clan had such funny ideas of their shared god.

Ears sling forward, quietly curious, as Brigid hurries over towards her. Finally she chuffs, a curt sound, as she instructs: That is close enough, Sigrun. She calls, though there's no heat to her voice. Instead her head tilts, watching the younger woman with a keen eye -- as if she will get the answers she wants just from looking. Alas, that is not how this works. And so, instead, she asks. Have you been well? It's paired with a small eyebrow arch, though she knows the brunette cannot see it. Nor can she see the blinding light of the tundra, coming alive around them. A sign for the future, even if this present moment is more pressing. It has been quite some time. A warning, maybe.

That is close enough Sigrun. Have you been well? Brigid halts upon @Ofelía's request, her ears craning forward to listen as the woman speaks. She had always been exceptionally good at keeping others at arm's length and even now Brigid was pleased to see that that hadn't changed any. "Eh, I've been better and worse. And you?" She asks, although she cannot see her she assumes her to have the stoic look upon her face that she had mastered so well. And oh boy, Hakon didn't even know yet that his mother was here! Now that would be a fun conversation for them to have, assuming he wasn't busy lounging in someone else's den. It has been quite some time. "Yes, it has. What brings you to Amaryllis?" She says then, waiting patiently. She was sure Ofelía's reasoning had to be good.

Her questions, and the brunette's answers, are all dreadfully droll. Yes, it has been awhile -- oh, I've been fine. An ear turns, twisting forward with intent, as she does her best to read between the lines. Brigid is a hard book to read as she gives do little away, but ofelia is determined. And she is patient.

And more than that, she is delighted.

Am I not allowed to go where my kin goes? She says, wearing a placid smile. She does not speak of the sigrun, of course; instead, she thinks of her own children. Hakon and Edyis, and Halvor was... somewhere. Wasn't he? She glances to her side, then behind her, making a small dismal noise when she realizes he is not here. Lagged behind, maybe; changed his mind about coming, maybe. Shield siblings were not meant to be split up, stretched across the lands. They were meant to be a unit, an unbreakable force.

Yet.. here @Brigid is, alone. She does not think the sigrun hold that tradition but it is still strange, abd the Oracle takes a small step forward. And where is your kin, brigid? I hope they are well? She asks, sounding genuine even if she isn't. Her plans, her visions, do not have anything to do with this sister clan -- but this one is here, and ofee thinks Brigid might even like her.

Am I not allowed to go where my kin goes? She asks and Brigid chuckles, "Of course you are I was asking out of morbid curiosity." She murmurs before glancing away from the heat of @Ofelía's gaze. And where is your kin, brigid? I hope they are well? She asks and Brigid cannot help but feel the urge to immediately deflect from her question. "Oh they are here and there, scattered about. Primarily most are living within the Lagoon, I myself am settled in the Cove." She offers to her without having to really give too much away. "I'm sure Hakon will be thrilled to hear you've come." She says it with amusement because she cannot wait for the day that Hakon finds out his mother's come for a visit. She bites her tongue for the time being, not intending to throw him under the bus just yet.

scattered about, ofelía confirms with a quiet hum curling behind her teeth. interesting. were the sigruns, perhaps, not as a united front as she'd been made to believe? she belays the thought, but does not let it distract her for long. @Brigid mentions a lagoon and cove both and quietly she puts that to mind, even if she has no idea where these lands might be. by the shore, surely, but the sands were vast. she was patient, though, and did not mind the sore paws that would accompany the traveling.

at the mention of her son -- and brigid's bethrothed, ofelia cannot help but tip her head. oh, i am sure, ofee says with a small grin, close-lipped and tight at the corners; she has no doubt that her wayward son will have some opinions about her presence here. i am not the only one who has come, though. she murmurs, gracing the sigrun with this small gift. we are curious about how things are going here, and how your clan fares. settling quietly the oracle reclines on her haunches, curling her tail around her haunches -- making herself comfortable, though her gaze does not drift away from brigid's.

a not-so-subtle dig, but no one's ever accused her of being subtle.

It didn't really come as to a surprise to Brigid that the Skagos had meandered in to 'check up' on them. If anything, they needed the support, especially with the influx of the Rike recently. "Well your arrival will certainly be helpful. The Rike are an ever-present threat now." She informs @Ofelía, deciding to herself that it would be better not to open any cans of worms with the elder. Whatever was going on with her son she would find out in time, for now she would let a sleeping dog lie, at least for as long as she could manage. "Who came along with you?" She would ask curiously then, wondering how many others had managed to follow the oracle here.