Dragoncrest Cliffs Let it smoulder

Wing felt relieved when no rebuked her for daring to suggest that they chase such a beast away, but whatever bit of optimism she experienced in that moment was quickly dashed away by Erzulie’s suggestion.

Poison?!

Her throat constricted, and her skin prickled hot with abhorrence. Cherub’s Wing had not earned her title of ‘Honor’ by thinking of such wicked things. She cast her gaze downward, taken aback at first. Though the more she considered it, the more she began to relent to the reality of it all. Poison existed for a reason. Who was she to say that it was not for such a time as this?

The girl swallowed the lump in her throat and glanced towards the proud, grim expression of the ruby. At least she took no pleasure in her plan of attack.

Wing barely heard when others began to complain about an absence she would not have otherwise known about. She listened as the sing-song voice of the tanzanite then recited the choices and offered for them all to vote. She watched Erzulie vote first, surprised by her choice of the rib, which shone on her face as their eyes briefly met. Mireille’s vote was just as surprising, if not disheartening.

Some of the wolves that remained quiet also did not put forth an opinion on the matter; some of them were young enough for this not to matter. Cherub’s Wing trotted forward, though hesitated to place her stone.

A part of her wanted to be open-minded, to perhaps show solidarity with the obsidian, but ultimately, she felt justified by the ruby’s vote of confidence in putting her vote beside the deer’s rib before quietly skittering back to her place.