Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

She supposed she shouldn't need to, but she had to restrain a sigh. Either from the drawing conversation or the mention of damned astronomy. As much as she used it in her time-keeping, she hated it. Her mother came down to it, the wise-woman that had turned rouge...and yet kept her position. Even in the usurping. That had irked the redhead the most and yet made her glad for her mother. That the old woman didn't need to claw her way up the ranks between littermates and family to have a chance of survival at all. 
A chance at what she wanted for herself.

The felt the rising pressure in her gut then, the twisting creature rearing its ugly head to influence her every action again. Again she had to soothe it. She wouldn't have a childish outburst here. By the time her thoughts had returned to the words of the woman, it became apparent Slade should be here before her. So, where was he? Was her chance of finding Maegi gone, lost forever?
Her ears tilted towards the woman, head tilting down in a show that she was listening. Surely it'd seem courteous to do so.