Firefly Ravine jet

Something was wrong, but it wasn’t something to be shared.  Likely it was something that Redd could neither help nor fix.  She felt the discontent hanging on the air regardless.

Redd stood and stepped forward, nipping Masquerade’s shoulder with soft affection.  This was the family she had returned to find, the one she never would have left by choice.  Regardless of rise, she’d been home the moment Masque and Avicus welcomed her.

Lead.  She would follow.  Redd allowed their eyes to meet a moment, her own full of trust, before dropping her gaze deferentially.  She was no Ulfr right now, and her sister had earned their place and this honor.