Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

She will admit; Célnes was not particularly close to this cousin, Knox. She rose a brow to his laughing, and simply assumed he remained bitter at the old family. He did have a dabble of white after all, she did not doubt he had his own hardships that appeared in forms of bullying from the older, and younger generation. As a direct descendent, and wholly of warm browns, she had not experienced such antics.

"Who can say?" She could only shrug with a smile, letting it remain but a mystery. Saying why was but a fine line, for she could say it all the High Elk's doing, but then.. Would he really wish, for the death of hundreds of Deorwine's? While she wasn't the most devout follower, it was a large reason to question his doings. All by a trial, Célnes could imagine the rest would say.

"You could join and try to adjust what we once couldn't," the clear prejudice, "even now it is difficult, but with more help, times can change."