Redtail Rise champagne

Redd was agitated and pensive, but not for any reasons but her own.  When she saw him Wealda stopped and paused, allowing him to catch up and soothing the thoughts from her mind.  She knew that she could do nothing.  Yet she had no sense of when too late would pass.

These were not worries she could voice, even if she tried.  Even if any present could answer.  The only mother she knew she could ask no questions of, and it made the ache for her own all the more apparent.

Wealda mirrored his bow, allowing him to draw her into distracted play.  She grabbed at it with a rumble, but did not initiate to pull it from his grasp.  Wealda wished to know his intention, a hesitation in her betraying the divide  within.