Emberwood I'd dance in a storm in my best dress.

Bhediya matched Ibis's smile with one of her own. There was no need to thank her for the truth. Telling the truth is what folks were supposed to do, she thought. Instead of replying, she used her forehead to bump whatever part of the girl she could reach. Let's keep walking, she said, and continued at a stroll.

Only a moment had passed before the next set of concerns arose.You're not a little girl anymore, Bhediya said, A little girl couldn't do all of this. Ibis might have been young, but the maturity that she exhibited was admirable. It was difficult to found a pack, especially in a time like this. Somehow, Ibis had managed to do it in under two weeks.

Bhediya sighed. A comparison was the most potent poison against one's sense of self. She asked, Which expectation are you clinging to that is keeping you from being the leader you want to be? It was a heavy question; Bhe wanted Ibis to take a moment and really consider her answer.