Redtail Rise charcoal dirge

There was a chance he spoke of a different she, but that chance was small.  It was likely one of the strangers who Mulherin followed.  No others had passed, to her knowledge, in recent days.  Not this near.

He had lost something too.  She wondered if it was the same.

Ruckus came behind her and her posture shifted, serving as both warning and command.  She moved to place herself between them, a message to the stranger that this one was hers and a silent cautioning of the younger.  This stranger was not trusted, but Redd knew that Ruckus would not be sent away.  Wealda would not be denied if there became a reason to order, but that reason was not present yet.

Gone.  This was the only news she had, and she shared it dispassionately, though a glint of something more lay promised beneath her expression.  The Berserker trailed them.  She would not abandon her rise to follow suit, nor could she right now, but if they met again the day would be bloody.  Her sister’s children had not been hers to claim.

Took the others.  She added, her tone frosting with the recollection as she glanced at Ruckus.  Implying to the stranger what was meant by others.  They are not hers.  If this man pursued her, then this was perhaps important for him to know.  She did not expect him to help.  And yet, if he was no thief himself, perhaps he would at least aid the berserker should the time come.