Broken Antler Fen From high hopes to the ground

The gathering grew. Ibis was almost entirely oblivious to all the others; her focus was on Wraen and Maia until a small, familiar voice asked, Can I help?

Ibis turned to look at Lilitu. She was surprised that she would be here with the adults. This discussion did not really concern her — and she looked around for Akavir next, who she presumed had been watching the girls at their camp.

She mistook Arcturus' swarthy figure for her husband and was about to admonish him fiercely; but this was not the place for that, and her ambassador training kicked in before she could loosen her tongue.

Maia said something else, half an explanation and half praise. Ibis sighed, but did not say anything to the girl. She nodded to Maia in agreement.

That's a good idea. If anyone wants to step down they should be allowed, at any time. The counsel can then elect someone to take their place. Upon saying this aloud Ibis pondered over it, considering how that might influence her daughters. Would they grow up wanting to take after their mother as an ambassador? Maybe it would give them equal opportunity to practice and build leadership skills when they were older.

So, then... Who will be on the cousel? The choice for her little family would be between herself and Akavir, for now. Ibis wasn't sure if she should make an offer to step up to the role herself or wait for the group to decide. She settled back on her haunches and looked around expectantly.