Oisin sits in his study, his half-eaten dinner cold and whiskey in his hand as he gazes into the fire. He watches the small Sioglasairs perform their graceful moves. Fionn knocks on the door, light leaks through the opening, and he slowly edges his way inside, unsure if Oisin is alone.
“It"s okay, Fionn,” Oisin beckons his brother in and gestures to a vacant chair next to him.
“The king of Mumhan all alone,” Fionn teases with a warm, sympathetic grin. Oisin returns with an affable smile, a little jaded.
“You look like s**t,” Fionn says.
“I learnt earlier that Ulaidh’s army has moved into Mide,” Oisin says, disheartened. He pulls a long yawn and stretches his arms before politely asking what Fionn wants.
“I was hoping Orlagh was with you; I’ve been looking for her everywhere,” Fionn sa
