Just Another Day

Word soon reached the Imperials of the Eor forest. Expedited by the fact the rebels decided to gloat a bit about their victory in wrestling control from fundamental imperialists.

"Why did you do that?" asked a tired Weolcen Elder. "We're not even sure if there are sympathisers to your cause in the Eor and things are not yet stable here!"

"We don't tell you Ferals everything," grinned a young warrior. "We have been corresponding a bit with those in the Eor. Falnor is the most stubborn about the old goals, but Waebre is very hopeful. Sushaw is losing interest in battling with the Prairie and wayward humans. And Austmont is all for a more cautious lifestyle, what with being next to those gigantic Highland Kurach and all."

"Speaking of the Prairie, has the Fernwick sent out a peace offering to them yet?" the Weolcen Elder asked.

"Yes. Just the other morning we sent a few lasses out with good goats. It's not much, but it's a start!" the young warrior replied cheerfully.

"It will take a lot more than goats to soothe those ruffled feathers, but, yes, it is a start," the Elder said tiredly.

"I make no guarantees for the rumpies, but I suppose we shall burn that bridge when we get to it," the warrior laughed.

"You Imperials have such a peculiar sense of humour..." the Elder shook his head.