Redtail Rise entombed

Perhaps she should not share this.  But it did not speak of weakness to her.  She had not taken this role of her own volition but she had embraced it by choice.  This was enough.

To be Wealda.  Masquerade had been the first to proclaim her as such, just before abruptly rejecting this blessing.  Then that she would stand beside.

That was all.  She had shared nothing else, and Redd had shared nothing herself.  For the best now.  Her worries were her own to carry.

She watched him, wondering what he would make of this.  Redd did not seek to turn him against Masquerade, only to perhaps explain her own lost hope.  Their sister was not coming back.  She had chosen a different future.