Broken Antler Fen From high hopes to the ground

Who?  Hell.  She didn't doubt that she was cut out for the job, but Bridget wasn't initially keen on offering herself up to lead a group she barely knew.  She was a medic, not a queen, and councils tended to be stodgy affairs for those who liked to talk and didn't mind not doing much else.  Neither of those fit her bill.  Still, she watched the silence stretch, and was half a mind to offer when abruptly Teya spoke out instead.  At first she thought she'd heard wrong... and her surprise showed.  But then a grin spread across her face.

I'll put my vote there.  Won't find one better for it than Teya.  She said, fully confident.  Much better choice than herself, honestly, and she'd never heard her friend speak up for something like that.  If she wanted it, then she'd perform it admirably, and they'd be lucky to have her perspective.  When Teya talked, it wasn't often, but it always tended to seem worthwhile.

She sat back, clearly not offering herself, and waited to see what the others thought.  There was a silent glint in her eye that challenged anyone to say differently... but she didn't rise or make any presentation other than that.  If they passed them over because of newness that was one thing... but if anyone spoke a word otherwise against her friend, they'd find she had a thing or two to toss back at them.