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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA EVENT: Long time no see... and I wish'edda stayed that way!)</span>
Better to get this whole thing cleared up than idle. The sooner the root of the problem was touched up, the better, and Seannsa didn't feel so lazy this time. She made herself proper and began her march towards the command room of Psyops, tailed by her Greymalkins. She boarded the second floor elevator going up. And when the door opened...
"Nay... culdn't be..."
She saw a pair of Woldorians in uniform saluting a man before they turned to be led away by one of the Psyops officers. That man... he had a cape on. There was a few individuals she knew of that wore capes often, but the one that came most to mind...
He turned around, and spotted her. Instantly, his expression contorted to one of utmost contempt as she stepped foot out of the elevator. She knew this was unavoidable... for when Ludwyhn saw someone who sparked his vitriolic side, he couldn't help himself but get a word in.
"Well, well, well... lookit' what we 'ave 'ere. A fat lump on legs." He spat.
"Aye, 'n one that acshually tinks too unlike yer' goat brained self, lambkin." She retorted.
"I'd watch me tongue, Seannsa. I been hearin' ye've been down on yer luck..." He chuckled.
She hissed.
"Move aside, lambkin. I got no toim' fer ye' smelly self." She said, trying to step past, only to stop as he edged in front of her, swishing that damn cape. "Oh, but I tink' ye' do 'ave sum' toim' fer a quick word. Oh, trust me, a little word don't take no toim'..."
She felt her nerves pulse. Nobody was going to notice and help her when Ludwyhn was involved. Not this time... not with the luck being like it is. She had no choice but to be confronted; "Spittit' out then...!"
"Ye' know, ye've caused a great deal'a harm to me nation, me people in the past... I tink ye' know that." He scowled.
Once upon a time, Seannsa lived with Eikn, but she took no part in the Woldorian Pantheon. She lent no assistance to Woldor and his grand plans for the World of Mythology. For this, Ludwyhn hated her.
"Ye' freeloadin' fat sacka' crap!" He spat in her face; "Ye' no good, deceitful, cowardly little pest! Me da' shuld'ave crushed ye' alive!"
Ludwyhn loathed Seannsa and made it his goal to harass her every day she lived in Eikn's hold. But it got to the point that, fed up with how his spiels and rants had no effect on her steely composure, he ordered his Heer to demonize cats in Siegesia, even leading a mass euthanasia of strays. In retaliation... Seannsa caused such bad luck, Woldoria was ravaged by the Khanate and Trinity, and its border shrunk. The crested peninsula was lost and old Zahnlauf was slaughtered, along with tens of thousands of innocents.
Enraged by what she'd done, Woldor hounded her out of his lands, breaking her power over Siegesia and nearly killing her with his great axe. She fled and never returned. But Ludwyhn? He still hated her, to this day.
