Redtail Rise The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

Whether he understood the question in her eyes or simply thought out loud, it was the answer Masquerade needed. She bobbed her head once in acknowledgement, then stilled in confusion when he insisted on walking her home.

She glanced over her shoulder toward “her” pine tree, mere yards away. Ears twitching, her gaze slid back to Ancelin. Masque didn’t really want to refuse his offer, she just didn’t comprehend it.

She would have to use her words again, she supposed. If talking could smooth out misunderstandings so well, Masquerade would have to make a note to do it more often.

We are home, she stated, hoping Ancelin didn’t think she was being either cheeky or stupid. All of the rise is our home, she added as an afterthought.