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

When prompted she began to walk again, sauntering alongside Bhediya. Her words rang out until the other woman began to reply, at which point Ibis focused on keeping quiet so she could listen as well as keep pace. It was definitely easier to move around in this forest versus the muck of the marsh, she thought.

Not an expectation really, Ibis tried to explain. I don't know what kind of leader I should be, or want to be. I've never wanted to be one in the first place—but I am. That's the hardest thing to grasp right now. It gave her something more to think about.

Moments later she blurted, I miss how peaceful things were in Elysium, where I was born. I can never get that back but it is a starting place. I want to be like my mothers, welcoming as many people as I can. But times were tough, and they were only going to get tougher. What if I can't make the tough decisions? It shouldn't all be up to me, she considered aloud.