When Sparrow had come knocking about a festival over in Avon, Raisa thought that was exactly what the members of Seiiki needed. They were small, but growing, and frankly there was no harm in everyone (or nearly) being gone a few days. They'd heavy marked the borders before leaving and considering the relative quiet ichorwood had always been lucky to be graced with, the Monarch just wasn't worried about someone coming in and stealing the territory or anything. Worst case scenario, what, someone stole some silly trinket she'd been unable to unload so far? Hunted on their land? Fuck it. They deserved nice things, a nice time.

She was sad to hear that things had changed and the leaders she once knew were no longer here, but the hope for Fable's return thrived on in Raisa as much as her peoples. Avon was the first ally to Seiiki, a place Akuji himself had suggested her to befriend, Raisa's first attempts at reaching out and trying to help her kindom thrive. She didn't particularly know what fae and all the fancy things Avon stood for were --spirits, as she understood it?-- but the striped woman was nothing if not a loyal ally who came when she was called; in searching for missing members, in kinship and tourney, in song and dance; hell, she'd gotten here early enough to help hunt with some small red guy with gnarly scars. The priest, she noted as she saw him stand and mention something about honoring the dead tonight.
Speaking of allies, she made a note to stop by Northfall soon, if not perhaps even split off from the group tomorrow as they started off home to go the long way about.

Speeches done, Raisa was happy to pronounce the start of the festivities with a howl before splitting off to socialize. She'd be getting drunk tonight, thank you very much, and setting up a little shrine of goodies for those she'd lost sounded.... nice. She'd probably cry doing it, but remembering them was always bittersweet.