been tryin' hard not to get into trouble
Everdeen is a creature that needs attention, all of it, to be drowned in it even. She has not found that in the Valley and truth be told, she may never find it. She must go where she feels it is most likely to occur though and in her travels, Ramiel had been the kindest. Diplomatic, a gentleman, a handsome, ghostly, man. Her trek is quicker this time.
She passes through the Chamber, her ears catch declarations of war and bloodlust but she keeps moving - Everdeen knows nothing first hand of battle, she knows of ill intent but not murder, at least by an honest way. The gray and white paint mare finds herself finally at the Dale and a sigh of relief is not far behind. She feels a little nervous, a small pit in her stomach where butterflies may be as she ponders whether or not to seek Ramiel or wait for anyone else to arrive. She decides quickly to call for him, "Ramiel! It's Everdeen," she smiles, shyly as she trots forward with excitement.
Her heart was good, her mind was just a little strange.