Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

The fleeting thought stopped him quickly, and she felt the whisper of cool air slip between them as he drew back to read her expression and she his. He looked surprised, and she felt a pang of adoration to see something of childish surprise on his features, as though he'd tasted a drop of the water of youth. Something seemed restored, a book placed lovingly back in its proper slot. 

She pondered her impulse and what she truly meant, and after a moment of consideration, she nodded, faintly at first. "Yeth," She said, though she surprised herself with the word. Part of her- the part that had been trained to be loyal to a fault- murmured the word betrayal, though she didn't voice such a thing. 

"There'th nevuh gonna be anothuh Wealda, not like Avicuth. Not here," She said. "At leatht, not until thothe who knew her and her wayth path on." The memory of Avicus and her reign saddled them with an era, a way of being and acting. Lilia felt primed for the role of Berserkr, but that achieving the rank had perhaps limited her scope. A racehorse with blinders knew only the field it could glimpse with every bob of its head- not the world around it. 

Some small part of her had always wanted to be Berserkr, but when she recalled how she'd felt when she'd first been asked what specialty she wanted to take, she remembered a different sentiment. 

"I wanna be a real leaduh, thomewhere. I want for uth to lead." With him, she had ambitions abound. She was not without hesitation, but the taste of speaking some of her most primal desires made her willing to bolt and chase.