Osanna Sáralondë

+ Carrigan, has been wandering again, though not to the surprise of her 'Mother'. The wanderlust may not have been passed on through blood, but certainly through osmosis and the girl's rapidly declining, mental health. Osanna, perhaps not the most patient person in lands near and far, waited for the girl's safe arrival home, not necessarily fearing for the worst, but certainly not for the best. After all, there has been some 'interesting' home comings. This, was one of them. Carrigan came home, smeared with more than the Mother's own life blood. Perhaps a rabbit, a deer, a plump pheasant? Oh no, once the girl was settled, cleaned up and immersed in the calming kind of pipe smoke, she reveled a few, choice, details. One, the murderous tendencies were making their rounds, but second, that she had some inkling of what the voices that plagued her might be: The Crann.

+ Osanna, thus made the decision to follow the girl again on her next romp in the marsh. Carrigan had mentioned that this time, she was going to follow the voices and see where they lead. Taking on her hound (if one could entirely call it that) form, she followed her. Slightly more difficult than she expected, as Carrigan herself decided to take on the same form. Needless to say, the Crann, were not located, though a few disturbing events followed: the foremost, being her actual, physical, connection to a tree, whom appeared to take root in the girl's head, leaving a small mark upon release. More so, the girl seemed to actually be 'calling' something, explaining some of the cries in the night time. She fell asleep at the foot of Carrigan's bed upon their return home. It reminded her of the first, few years with the girl.

+The next day, she decided to take action, casting the runes to hopefully gain some insight on what the Crann might want with Carrigan. The casting, was fruitless. In a way, she came to terms with the fact that Carrigan, wasn't going to be able to be completely protected any longer. The camp had originally devised a few solutions to the girl and her 'problems', but Osanna, was having none of it. Nobody, was going to hurt 'her baby'. She decided to make charm to protect her,- though the bauble was rejected by Carrigan. A heart to heart was had, but relations remain strained between the two.

+After Carrigan went off to live with Dullahan, many things happened. Namely, that Carrigan was captured by her Father, King Cylas Robarthe and imprisoned in the tower. Like a mother bear, Osanna, went after her beloved adopted offspring and got right back up to her old tricks as a servant. Quickly infiltrating the palace lower tier serving positions she was able to steal away to see Carrigan, care for her and help her escape the King's clutches. Of course, as she's prone to doing, Carrigan disappeared again, leaving her 'Mother' to wait her return at the castle.

+ Carrigan has 'returned' and is oddly, 'sane'. She's recruited her Mother for a new task: the King's adviser's attendant. She also seems to have lost something to a certain dead-man.

+With a little help from a pinch of dirt and a few decades of unexpected experience, Osanna, has landed the job of attendant. Strangely, Eave isn't much of anything like what she was expecting, or even lead to believe that she was. She feels an odd sort of kinship with the woman, and well, carrying out her task is going to be rough. Even so, nothing but the beast herself is going to murder Eave on her watch.

+The King, has a new dog. One, mottled brown, ugly, rangy looking thing who tends to pop up at odd hours. Why? Because the Cinn woman has an interest in the man who fathered her 'daughter', whom everybody has been lead to believe is about ten or eleven and living somewhere in the city with her Mother, who works long hours at the Palace. There is no father in sight, he's presumed dead and if pressed, the attendant mentions only that the man was a sailor. Who could blame her? She would have had to have her younger than the adviser herself was when she had Carrigan, the poison little pill who recently went to work in the palace stables, with a few of the other King's bastards.