Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

Redd sought her sister after.  The faith meant a great deal, even if she felt the proposal premature.  Within her was a sort of quiet acceptance of the fate she saw written.

Within their bloodline lay her curse as well, because while Lilia had found a mate easily enough, Redd could find none of another blood here.  She would likely need to leave if she wished to hold a family, and it was as clear to her as it was to Augur she could not be Wealda without this.  She would need to choose between ambition and family, heart and desire.

She knew, when the time came, what her choice would be.  It brought her little peace, even if it was the way of things.

For now she joined Masque, following their gaze to the water that dripped but saying nothing quite yet.  It was a peaceful moment she would not shatter.