Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

If he took any notice of his siblings' conflicting reactions to his information, Ramsay didn't show it. He waddled some feet away in his strange manner and took a seat near a drift of snow that had blown up against the blackened trunk of a dead tree to listen as the others conversed. Maegi was voicing her desire to stay. Cicero was telling her why they couldn't. Ramsay had said what he wanted to, and made his feelings known, so he stayed mum now. He didn't trust Vaati with arrogance wreathing him so fully that a challenge should lead immediately to death threats; the dwarf was very young still, and naive in his own way, but he understood at least that much. He didn't want to live under his elder brother's rule if volatility was the only constant, as he thought it might be.

Besides, he had long since decided that Cicero was his personal leader. If Cicero told him to go somewhere else, Ramsay would do so, even if a higher authority tried to stop him. That was just how he had always been: disobedient and driven by his own freedom to choose whom he followed. Even Maegi and Euron had more authority in his eyes than most anyone else by virtue of stabilizing him. So when Cicero said they would go to find the calmest and wisest leader of Blackfeather Woods history, he was automatically in. Blackfeather Woods by itself offered him little comfort; now it was simply a matter of whether his siblings were going or not, which had the power to alter his decision.