Redtail Rise wildcard

When her sister’s familiar figure appeared, Masquerade tensed. Her sharp eyes followed Redd’s movements, noting no signs of aggression. The relief made her shaky, which opened a flood gate to other emotions. The prodigal Redtail found herself longing deeply for not only this red woman but another, their forebear. And everyone else she had ever cared for on the rise.

Redd did not attack, though there was no concern, nor any trace of familiarity. Masque couldn’t help but think of the day when her sister had come home. They were both daughters of Avicus but they were so different in their values. It was a stark reminder of the truth: she didn’t belong here.

It’s good to see you, Masque said, the truth despite everything. She took care to keep her eyes averted, her head and tail low. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my word, Redd. I tried so hard. I couldn’t stay here in good faith anymore. That doesn’t mean I don’t care about all of you. I think about you guys all the time.

She yearned for reciprocation, though she didn’t expect it. Masquerade let out a breath and paused, letting the Wealda get a word in edgewise. She yearned to look at Riley, to draw strength from his presence beside her, but she kept her eyes fixed on the ground between Redd’s feet.