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[b]Marsail Cirsium[/b]

"[color=b53389]Da had to call in a few favours,[/color]" she explained with a small smile. It was definitely a stroke of luck, being able to join the Cirsium patriarch out in the field, but she was perfectly aware of the effort he had put into convincing his colleagues to allow her and Èibhlinn onto a mission. Bringing on two young lassies who had yet to be fully trained would not have been in any way an easy sell for her da. "[color=b53389]It was the berries.[/color]"

As she talked, there seemed to be a greater pep to her as she reminisced on that outing. Her brogue, usually an undercurrent, was seeping further into her words. Marsail Cirsium still was as composed as usual, but it was clear that fighting alongside her father was something she considered to be quite a happy and fruitful event.

"[color=b53389]Are you going to stow your weapon away?[/color]" she asked of her fellow Signal graduate after a second, looking up from the map in her hands. "[color=b53389]It looks like we'll need to put them in our assigned lockers.[/color]"