Redtail Rise slate

Redd's words bring long suppressed memories to her mind. stumbling into a bear's mountain cave, coming face to face with the god of her childhood—darkness, fear, pain—

that her daughter has now something similar as well wounds her. but perhaps she'll be stronger for it.

mmm, Avicus replies wordlessly, face sympathetic. she cannot judge. she'd been plucked from the Rise by the spirits and kept by them; this, too, is no fault of the Redtail wolf.

come, she insists, nodding toward the interior as she begins to turn, ready to lend her weight as support to Redd should she need it.

briefly, she wonders if leadership should be summoned, too, to give their own judgment.

but I am Wealda, Avicus counters stubbornly. they will allow it.