Redhawk Caldera Shadow me.

Funnily enough, Wildfire had been attempting to say apprentice, though she wasn't wrong about being a princess, either. She didn't realize Sebastian's misapprehension, smiling a bit shyly as he told her she made for a wonderful princess. He told her it would be hard work, though, to which she pressed her lips together and nodded. Peregrine had done his best to explain trades and she knew (as well as any toddler could) what having duties meant.

As for the part about her father stepping down, Wildfire wasn't sure what to say, mostly because she didn't quite know what he meant. Things like aging and death were still beyond her scope of comprehension. Yes, Peregrine and Fox had commented here and there about how the children would inherit the caldera. But Wildfire still didn't know what any of it meant. She was still too young; she lived only in the present.

"Choo a apprincess too?" she wondered after a beat, eyeing Sebastian. He didn't seem to know what a Naturalist was, so maybe he was a guardian like her parents? Or maybe a hunter? Or storyteller? Those were some of the ones Wildfire could remember, if not their actual names.