Deirdre wasn't sure she'd be happy in Oseille. The rabbits were friendly enough, but they were all a little domestic for her taste. She couldn't get interested in the seasonal markets and the visitors who all seemed so exotic to her neighbors paled in comparison to the wonders she had seen.
Still, it made Ciara happy and there really weren't that many places left for her to go, not in Viridis at any rate. The same people who celebrated her daughter as a hero fled inside and locked the doors when they say her coming, except for the rabbits. So she rented a room in the Red Wolf, a tavern run by a taciturn red wolf named Killian, and she did her best to settle into her retirement.
The strange thing was that, after a while, she found she was enjoying herself. Ciara and Niamh invited her to dinner once ever couple of weeks and she had the time now to read all those books she'd always sworn she'd finish someday. With a bit of luck, she might even pick up something that passed for an education. She'd always wanted to know more about the world than just how to kill people.
Best of all, it seemed she had an admirer. She'd found a rose pinned to the door of her room every morning for the last three days, each one the same sort of flower that grew outside the door of the Red Wolf.
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