Dawnlark Plains Switchback

Mul threw so many questions at them, Masquerade didn’t know which to answer first. They didn’t know if they knew how. This was a very emotionally complicated subject for the Caru, who still didn’t really have a grasp on their own aspirations and where they fit in at the rise.

He seemed open to discussing his own role, so Masque was happy to carry on with that conversation. They nodded firmly, then tipped their head when he said he had a long way to go.

Well, those who can’t do, teach, Masquerade joked self-deprecatingly. I could help you sharpen at least some of your leadership skills. If you really want power and prestige here, all I think you have to do is establish and maintain dominance, sometimes by fighting for it, they said, rolling a shoulder. But there’s a difference between simply being strong and being a good leader. I suppose they’re usually synonymous but not always.

Would he understand the distinction? Did Masquerade even know what they were saying? Were they making any sense? They shook their head, ears flapping, and decided that was enough talk for now. They thrust out a silvery foreleg and raised their brows, albeit with a smile on their face as they reminded Mulherin not to lose focus on why they were really here.