Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

This was important, it seemed, despite their insistence at the end.  Redd contemplated it, unsure how to answer at first.  It wasn’t something specific she waited for.  It was a feeling.

It isn’t my choice.  She waited because the decision would not be hers, because it did not matter if she felt that she was worthy, or that Masque alone did.  They must all see it.

Wealda is war and peace.  Avicus had brought them together and they had followed her because it was the way things were.  Any who took her place would need to understand, and this was why right now, Redd could herself only choose New Snow.  Masque knew peace.  Lilia war.  And on herself, Redd would not comment, as she had yet to prove herself capable.  She had known none would stand for her.

Patience and time would tell.