Skye Island

Echo was hopelessly lost, wandering Skye after leaving the Cuilin mountains and training with Scathach. She had hoped Scathach might know have a clue where Lugh was since she had trained his reincarnation before it crapped out on him. The devoted monk hadn't had much to offer her in way of leads, but the damned woman wouldn't let her leave unless Rokket could overpower her.

"Stubborn bitch had a mean punch too. Lugh knows how long I was stuck there..." Secretly though, the Sidhe girl enjoyed perfecting her art, and the pain Scathach wasn't willing to hold back; the girl walked barefoot through a stream enjoying the cool sensation of fresh flowing glacial water rolling past her feet while reminiscing how the woman reminded her of daddy. The few people she HAD met since leaving Dun Scaith in the Cuilin mountains didn't understand her or were pretending not to, and they ALL ran from her screaming in terror when she used magic to try and communicate visually.

Finally she found a translator, a dog-sized cat, which had introduced itself as a Cat Sith and translator for hire. They quickly exchanged words in her native tongue, in which the cat told her the price of its services. "I'm afraid I've no money to pay you, and my belongings are treasured gifts I could never part with." The Sidhe girl shot back quickly and with slightly too much vehemency. Rokket contemplated playing cutesy and dumb to get the Cat's cooperation. I could certainly make money easily too...

In the end she decided this was knowledge she needed now, as she could afford no more detours; and began to violently pour over the knowledge from the Cat Sith and yank what she needed out using magic, probably ruining it's brain in the process, but she honestly could NOT care less. The creature just collapsed into a mass of black fur, if it was conscious, it made no indication as the Sidhe girl happily skipped away with a decent understanding of Gaelic.