Redtail Rise It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness

Carrion’s tail wriggled at the sight of Redd, and she licked her chops, attempting to dispel the anxious quiver of her nose. Though not as intensely proud-looking as the former Wealda, the rank still seemed to settle naturally upon her shoulders, not ill-fitting in the least. It was hard not to admire the flame woman.

She did not know this sibling well, but knowing her any better wouldn’t have changed her demeanor. It strained Carrion to ask - to want - for anything, and knowing of their shared blood did not make things any easier. Redd was more leader than sister in her eyes, so her gaze was cast downward in respect.

Wealda, she murmured. I have been listening to the butterflies. Then, after a beat, she added more plainly: I want to learn to be Haelend.