Redtail Rise The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

He continued his approach, stiffer than the dead rabbit she’d thieved not so long ago. Masquerade remained tense herself, flinching slightly when he insisted on invading her personal space. She leaned away from him without moving her feet, her face slanting away too until he spoke.

She slowly raised her eyes, never quite meeting his but allowing him to see the  scrunch of her brow. Masque huffed out an unsteady breath, turning Ancelin’s words over and over in her mind. His first sentence made her stomach sink, though it was nothing she didn’t already know. His second caught her a bit more off guard.

Now, her head cocked ever so slightly to the right. You don’t? She continued processing this information, some of the tension slowly leaving her own rigid muscles. She didn’t want either boy to hate her, though she understood why Atreus held a grudge against her. She wanted to make things right. Perhaps there was hope in Ancelin’s overture.

Even as hope bloomed, Masque shifted her weight, a certain wariness about her. Whatever she wished, she didn’t know why he’d approached her today. She pensively waited, wondering if there was anything else he wanted to say.