Despite all the change that had swept through the Stormborn in recent years, some things always stayed the same. One of these constants was Eir's ire at the brawny, brainless Reavers and Captains who thought the measure of an individual was based on how many treasures they returned with or who could best who in a fight. She had awoken from a pleasant sleep too many times to the sounds of a scuffle, macho males and desperate females trying to prove themselves battle worthy right outside her den, it seemed. What could she do other than snarl to herself and try to block out the sounds with her paws over her ears?Although she didn't buy the 'traditional' mindset of her pride, Eir was truly a Stormborn in her stubbornness. This was her home as much as it was any one else's and she had a right to be here and to do her job. That was the reason she hadn't left after all this time. A weaker willed lion would have abandoned ship when things took an even more traditional turn, but not Eir.
Today was much of the same: the sounds of spars filled the air, leading Eir to take a walk to get away from the noises. She figured the crash of the waves against the cliffs would drown it out nicely, so she turned her paws in the direction of the sea. A bit of salt air would do her well, too. She rolled her eyes as she spotted one of the spars end with both lions looking equally tired and she had a feeling they'd be seeking her out eventually to settle their dispute. Not now, though. She was going to have some Eir time.