((ooc: This is just a play on the war and has nothing to do with the war. This thread will be open has soon if not about a week or two after treason so people have time to recoup from it.))
Scarlet deep within the forest was hammering on some of her iron work that she was to sell in town next week. When she stopped to take a break, she noticed that the forest animals was talking about a war amongst the Fae. She knew it could mean trouble for the forest, but had no right to butt into their war. So she continued on hammering.
Cres just laid there, underneath the weeping willows, just has happy has she could be.
