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There was a cold stone of dread hidden by her heart. Always there and sometimes it was easier to bear then others.

Mhairi had known it had grown heavier, colder. Harder to bear, she thought...well. Stress. Worry. The ever growing fear and paranoia that had her chase out a Summer.

Actions have consequence, and this, she rationalized, was her feeling the ripples of those actions...only it hadn't stopped.

Normally when she found the root of her anxiety and it quelled.

Worried and stressed, and tumbling over and over, deeper and deeper into anxiety, quickly it was leading into panic. Mhairi opens a bottle of vodka, maybe the spirit will help her sort herself out.

Make her understand why there was a wail building out from the back of her throat.

Mhairi couldn't figure it out, but cried and drank and dudnt scream as the Srights in the Hollow of Autumb plotter and panned to end the one dared brake a pact with their Queen.