Redtail Rise Rally

cameo!

If hope was dead, this was its funeral.

He refused to accept their Wealda had gone. She had gone off many times before, and she would return again.

Yet, still, he knew that their searches would be unfruitful.

If she were to come back, it would be on her own accord—head held high. Steadfast with confidence, an accident needed no apology.

That was just how she was.

Throughout the ordeal, he remained next to Redsky. Orange eyes sat vacant as he lost himself in vivid memories of his mother’s warmth. 

Words buzzed by his ears like mosquitoes on a hot summer night. He could hear, but did not listen.