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Eisheth was sitting near a tiny bonfire, not so far from the center of the Lost Clan reserve, as she kept doing every evening. She needed this time, this only time of the day when she was left just for herself; the alchemist was analyzing the events of the passing day, recollecting some old memories, planning some strategies. She made up her mind already, and she would not stop until she would succeed. However, her aim required a lot of careful planning, a good portion of good luck, and a jackload of hard work, but what she needed most of all things, was an ally, or better a couple, who would share her goals. Especially, if she was referring herself to the good old four clans world...

Eisheth needed somebody as interested in achieving her goals, as she was, - somebody she could reasonably trust.

Now that was interesting. The intruder, - if the alchemist would like to classify her guest as an intruder, - was a horsewoman, young, though the elegance and the illusive casualness of her moves, could not be misleading: she was an experienced warrior. The wings and the bright paint over her body were adding the final clues: after their exile to Halloween Eisheth carefully observed other clans trying to catch a glimpse on their habits and traditions; she couldn't sincerely admit she was extremely successful, though at least now Eisheth was able to recognize the War horseman.

Eisheth actually liked how silent was her guest. After talking to some of the Halloween creatures she felt a bit tired of talk: the city folks surely got used to talking a lot. She nodded to the horseman's comment.

"Though, somebody needs to put a fire first. There is no burning, and no smoke without somebody putting some efforts". That was what the alchemist was thinking.

"I am Eisheth, the Famine alchemist", Eisheth nodded, and turned the little root at the base of the fire. "And yes, one can't build anything before cleaning the space first, it's one of the basic things our clans teach, and a key to our wisdom. And rather than trying to blow a huge fire in one place, one should rather leave a number of smoldering charcoals all over, that how the biggest fires are set up, and that's how all wars began, - this actually sounds like a wisdom of your clan", the alchemist smiled with her eyes, as her guest could not see the grin on her lips covered by a kerchief.

She raised her head eyeing the visitor's painting and ornaments, so different from her own tattoos and jewelry decoration, and yet in a way a bit similar.

"So, what will happen if we put those two ancient wisdoms together, I wonder?"

Eisheth sighed and remained silent for a bit. What was she thinking about? The alchemist thought about the last action their former leaders did take, and the rumors circulating that Death clan wasn't invited for the final meeting. Were they really able to trust Medea? Was it wise to immediately accept her authority over them?... No.. they shouldn't doubt their leader, they should be loyal, and besides, they don't have much choice, anyway. However.... may be they can slowly take their own actions, taking their own responsibility.

"I think it is time to stay united", she finally concluded. "It's time to remember we are all one, and only staying together we are the Power. To raise the plant, you always need a ground, a seed, a sun, and a moisture". She watched her fire attentively for a moment. "But of course, for a plant to grow, you need to put a seed in the ground first, and don't you miss the moment; that would be too late in the future".

It was an unusual sensation: their strange talk with the Was clansman; Eisheth felt on ease, but the whole conversation was like happening in a different dimension, in a completely alternate timeline, the sense of surrealism couldn not let her.

"It is definitely time", she replied. "Time to combine some efforts here. Time to gather, and rise. Tell me, please, is that true for the War clan, as well: a warrior who doesn't aim to be a Queen - or a chieftain, - is not a good warrior?".