Hideaway Strath with the flames of my burning heart

set sometime before this.

war is on the lips of everyone in the saints.

the ramifications of war and what it truly means goes over mulberry's head ...but it lingers like bubbling champagne on her tongue. it excites her all the same. that morning carries a slight chill but the sun is shining and the songbirds are singing and she pirouettes out of the den; determined to find someone who could explain what war meant to her and how she could be of help. naïve and young as she was to the fact that it was not a game for children and that she would only be in peril.