The weeks had passed, rolling into months as the development of the Crimson Scarf into the new construction of the Hair of the Dog was underway. Gavin had become an asset and strangely enough his quirky mate had a creative insight that Spade would never imagine was even possible for the bizarre gold haired girl. She knew easily from her conversations with the pair that others of their pack weren't as eager to assist. The idea of course pleased them but the notion of a Sidhe to claim ownership and status would not.

Like any other time and place, Sidonie had found just another niche in a location where she did not belong.

"Don't worry they will come around, once Siran returns they all will be more reasonable. She and the Ulfric are far more understanding when the rest... and he's not quite himself without her, so don't think too much of what he says."

Spade found herself blinking out of her reverie as her vision swam back into focus to rest upon the woman with her aged emerald city eyes and gold dust curls before she smiled to Zo.

"It's alright I'm used to being the misfit."
"Misfit?"

Her laughter rang as clear as a bell, bright and mischievious as she reflected an almost angelic smile back toward Sidonie. A quiet understanding and kinship easily was stirred between the pair of women that were so very different at that moment. Shrugging Zo continued on in her delicate tangent born ramble.

"Don't worry. When the Geri and Freki come around they'll give you some guff but you can ignore them, they're all big words and growls with bared teeth but unless it's a true battle or betrayal their harmless to the pack. There are others too that aren't so unwilling to accept new blood. You'll see."

Dimples rose and brought life to the poet's features as she smiled to Spade and gave her a reassuring squeeze of hand before running off to find her mate.

Zo's departure left Spade again with an empty room and her own thoughts. Slowly but surely she was realizing that Zo's words were coming true... this place was starting to feel like home and a place to belong... if only she could rid herself of the feeling within her heart that something... still was missing.

The realization settled in as she frowned gloomily at her whiskey glass before raising it to her lips to be drained. Spade knew it was the truth deep inside...

This place would never be home if her heart was not there...