Redtail Rise Twin Flames on a Masquerade

Their marigold eyes went wide when he spoke with perfect enunciation. Masque quickly tried to school their expression back into something more neutral, though their gaze lingered on him with fierce affection for and pride in his efforts.

He listened as well as he spoke, cottoning onto the fact that there was more the Ulfr wanted to say. Masquerade didn’t fight the smile that crept over their face now. He was just as intelligent and full of promise as ever.

I am going to ask mother to coach me, they revealed, and you as well. I want both of us to learn the art of being a Wealda. I would happily rule beside you, if that’s still something you wanted, although I’d be just as happy to operate as placeholder—or a regent, if you prefer that term—until you found a mate to hold the position with you. Or, they continued after a deep breath, one of us could rule the rise, the other the ridge.

They made themself stop there to let their younger brother process all that. What would he say? Masque mustered patience, eyes still glowing with utmost fondness as they regarded his adumbral features.