Redtail Rise The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

I sleep there, Masquerade replied readily, motioning toward the pine tree standing sentinel at the edge of the rendezvous site.

She nodded when he suggested he could show her where he slept. Was it where Atreus slept as well, she wondered? Perhaps the boys preferred their own spaces, like Masque herself did.

Yes, she answered his question this time, but I don’t usually need to.

At least, that had been her experience. But now that she was getting older, she realized life—particularly social life—was full of complexities and nuances. Masquerade imagined she would find more and more occasions to speak even when there were no misapprehensions at hand, although it would never be her first preference.

I just woke up, she said after a beat of quiet, so I don’t want to sleep. I’m going to take a walk.

She eyed him at a slant. He was welcome to join her now, if he liked, otherwise Masquerade would see him tomorrow.

You are more than welcome to infer they meet up and practice behind the scenes!