Cassiopeia's View Oh, Could It Be I Got My Wish?

Jaida listened to Mother as she spoke, a cold fear gripping the child's veins and making her shudder. The red people scared her, often she woke with nightmares about a wolf with an ambiguous gender and many arms trying to devour their tiny family. The dreams also recurred a male with a vicious snarl on his face and blood running from his throat, though she knew Mama wasn't to blame for that one. He had been angry with them for some reason and as the first male she had ever encountered, Jaida had developed a fear of them.

The story unnerved Jaida, confirming for her that they had indeed wanted to kill her mother except it was for a more nefarious purpose. Jaida leaned into her mother, drawing comfort from the physical touch as if to prove her mother was alright save for a few injuries, courtesy of the meanies they had come across.

Glancing up at Pyx warily, Jaida studied her briefly. The woman seemed kind enough but what if she was only hiding her meanness under that? "You aren't one of the red people, right?" The child asked matter of factly, not willing to risk her Mama for another bully in this strange land full of hostiles.