Blacktail Deer Plateau Questions without answers, answers without questions

The mid morning sun was dancing high atop the sky. The sky clear as could be. The light blue digging into her blue eyes even more so. She was on the search for @Ingram. She had questions. Many questions. For starters she had just realized, were anyone to ask, she had no clear direction on what exactly their mission statement was. Not to mention she had no clear direction where she fell in the scheme of things.

Was she simply a lowly peon, which she could deal, perhaps. Maybe. Though that brought forth yet another question. What were the ranks and what did they all mean. Did they have warriors? Or simply seers and soothsayers and spiritualists.

Finally, she stopped a moment to take a breath. Staring up at the sky. Marveling at the clear cut picture it painted.