September 19th Who | Avalynn Dubhghail, Aneirin Calmcacil, and Fredric Mekhal. When | Shortly after the Chaldean's letter reaches her Where | North Eastern border of Dubhghail Lands.
Once the Chaldean's messenger had departed, taking with it Aneirin's ring, they had made haste to press forward. She did not wish to allow the Danaan any further into her territory then they had already gone. It had not been long since they had started to press into Fae territory with an irritatingly confident air. She was tired of it already and there was plenty still to come, particularly if the route in the mountains was cut off to them. There was no other path they could take that would not draw notice, which left force their only option. She did not look forward to the Danaan pushing back, but it would come no matter her thoughts on it.
Once the small group had met up with the larger contingent to the west of their camp, it took little time at all before the Danaan found themselves with a steady line of unwavering opposition. It was not often that they were forced into such a situation, but formations were held as Danaan met Fae. Riders moved forward, their mounts shifting beneath them and picking up on the excitement and fear that stemmed from their riders. Aneirin would be among them, his skills better suited to be among the men and woman he trained with.
As the riders pressed forward, Avalynn remained back with the archers on elevated ground. They too were mounted, but their horses remained still, trained to allow for the concentration and aim of the one on it's back. To her left, as always, was a member of the Calmcacil household. Normally the position would fall to Aneirin, but Ava was happy enough to have the Lord of the house beside her. Calling out orders, they drew their arrows, the sound of them leaving their quivers mixing with the sounds coming from the fighting below. Most of the archers aimed for targets that attempted to escape the reach of the Fae below. Neirin followed the path of the Generals, while Ava's attention shifted between Aneirin and Lord Mekhal.
It had not taken long for the Northern group to arrive, closing in on the Danaan from behind. Had she not been so focused on her task, she might have been amused by the eagerness the men had in joining in the fray. For a moment, she briefly lost sight of the other House Leader only for him to appear once again, blades locked with that of a Danaan as another approached from behind. Drawing her bow, she evened her breathing and aimed. The distance was a bit much, but she drew on her affinity for air to aid the course of the arrow, pushing it further than it otherwise would have reached and plunging it into the chest of her target.