Redtail Rise the island of the fay

inch by inch of her skin begins to relax as Masque speaks again, explaining the reasons—only to tighten up at that word 'questions.' she grasps onto the fact that her daughter is interested in leadership—something she wholly supports—but the rest of it niggles at her.

wha' quehh—quessshh— Avicus breaks off, nose wrinkling in a snarl at her inability to form the word. who? she asks instead, trying to get to the bottom of potential treachery.

Masquerade would—will?—make a great Wealda. some day. she once had thought both Relic and Redd perfect for the task, but both had gone. Masquerade had not.

clearly, the ruddy-faced woman is the heir apparent.