Eirwen practically skipped to the Drunken Dyr daily after her shifts, not for the drinking or fucking or others there just Ona. Sweet Ona. However when she arrived she wondered if Ona had found out about the guy she killed and forced Seth to help bury him? Hmm, once inside she spotted on the floor just a little remaining blood stain...weeping bush tailed canaries that man had bled. Not seeing Ona behind the bar made Eirwen sad and she scanned the room (a little bit of jealous raged as she thought about Ona with someone else) but it was one of the girls who waved Eirwen over and told her where to find Ona.

Wasting little time Eirwen flew upstairs shouting, "Ona! I've come to see you!"

'And Yule!'

She had just finished making the bed and was picking up the old fabrics and cloths that functioned as blankets to take them downstairs, where she collected everything to do washing trips, when she heard footsteps running up the stairs. Ona walked out of the room, just in time to see Eirwen flying through the corridor. She chuckled and balanced the basket with fabrics on her hip so she could wave with a free hand. "Hello darling, I'm glad to see you!" she said. Obri hobbled out of the room and would greet Yule. He had developed his own kind of friendship with the rooster. "How are you?" she asked her little psycho killer. She did not know about the dead man at all.

Eirwen would walk with Ona, bouncing on the balls of her feet with each step, "I've just been patrolling a little more is all," her hair was pulled back into a high bouncing ponytail, she wore a heavy wool poncho and was layered up with clothes under that, "Winters gonna be harsh for y'all this year, me and Yule can feel it, I think all the ice dyrs do...getting restless," Eirwen flashed a bubbly smile that always made her seem younger, or her actual age, "I heard through the wire that Ishmael is throwing a party..or he's letting us have one...like the old days..."