[h1]Lugseach[/h1]

Everyone in Gaillimh knew that their own native girl and moderately famous mystery writer Lugseach NicAonguis NíTuathail liked to stop by her hometown for a hike in the nearby hills and clear her mind from the stresses of life. A deadline not more than a week ahead and threats from her publisher to drop her entirely if this book flops. Ugh, things didn't look to good. Lugseach sat herself upon a nearby stump and lit up a cigarette as she looked around. 

Gaillimh changed so much since she was last there. Manannán Mac Lir had blessed the city with gold and furs among other things in the olden days when the New World was found. It remained an important city for Éire, allowing them to control the western seas and keep Dál Riata away from supremacy. That made Lugseach feel good, knowing that Neither the other Ireland nor their Saxon allies would ever threaten them again. With Cymru back on its feet and the Lords of Engeland at its mercy, all she had to worry about was rent. 

Right, that was why she was here after all. Lugseach stamped out the cigarette and went to continue her hike until a glimmering stone caught her eye. 

"By Danu, what is that..." Lugseach spoke to herself as she inspected the glimmering item. It wasn't very large, but it stood out like a sore thumb in the forest. "I'm suprised no one has taken this yet" the girl said with a smirk as she went to pick up the rock. "With my luck the damn stone will be a stolen treasure" she giggled as she wrenched it free of the tangled grasses.

With that, everything suddenly began to go dark for her. Sickness took hold as her stomach wrenched and a ringing and her own heartbeat as all she can hear. The darkness gives way to brilliant light that rush forward ever faster and faster before blending into one burst of shimmering gleam before Lugseach finds herself on the ground, sick to her stomach and dizzy as all hell. 

"aaa....mo cheann.." the writer uttered as she lifts herself, the free hand cradling her own head as she waits for everything to blur back into normal. "An bhfuil duine éigin liom anseo?" she utters out, still a bit dizzy to quite make out anyone around her aside from vague shadows of what would likely be people. It was cold, but she was lucky to be in her favorite jacket, dating back from her days with the Army when they were invading Engeland. It still fit just right, she didn't feel so drowned in it like when she was in Caerdydd. That being said, the snow hurt her face, and the cold winds weren't helping much to ease the stinging. Starting to get here bearings straight, Lugseach began walking towards the figures and what looked to be a cabin of some sort. Smoke was good, smoke meant someone was inside.