Redsand Canyon wijsheid

Fennec and Germanicus had spoken extensively about the ranks and what should be prized, how each might be placed. In the process she'd learned a great deal about a culture she'd never known, yet perhaps ironically, one her family roots had gentle ties to.

A part of her found it amusing, but deeper, she admired the way he held to the traditions despite being alone here. She'd made up a dozen different "fake" traditions over the years with her witchcraft but there'd never been one she'd held to or felt any kind of connection to outside of the occasional reading. The Redhawks had always been about family, but nothing else, and when that family was scattered - what was left?

So she'd chosen her title to match his. Hopefully she lived up to it.

Her gardens were more of a pet project than anything else now, but she was on her way to them when she passed near Minne, away from the den she and Germanicus shared. Her ears flicked that way with interest, and she slowed down, but she wouldn't stop her. If Minne had come to speak with the Imperator she might not want a substitute. Fennec had to wonder if any of them would question her position. She didn't give a shit, if she was entirely honest, if they did respect her right away - but she'd also understand the reservations.

welcome to be a cameo <3 or otherwise! I know we already have one XD