Redtail Rise power of the saber blade

It took a moment for her words to land, though when they did, they chilled his blood. How could a family turn its back on one of its own in need? Two, Cambria inwardly corrected, glancing at Ruckus, and one of them a child…

Now the fur on the back of his neck stood on end for another reason. He thought about his mother turning her back on him one day, walking out of his life like he was nothing. But at least she had set him up for success. She hadn’t left him broken, injured and starving to death.

Before the Dragonling could think of anything to say, Redd broke the silence again. By now, he was well aware that Wealda was a title, first worn by their dead mother. He had picked up on quite a bit of Redtail lore in his months here, gleaning from even those who didn’t speak the reverence they held for the original ruler.

That’s some shit, the yearling said eloquently.

He said nothing more for a time, lapsing into thought as he continued grappling with the subsuming sense of dread. Was he simply waking up to the reality, he wondered? Cambria had known from the start that Redtail Rise was fraught. But watching Mulherin and Redd fight so violently over a title that apparently no one could ever truly hold and then witnessing the loser’s fate, well…

What the fuck, was the only other thing he could think to mutter.

After a few more minutes, though, Cambria finally gathered enough wits to ask, Now that you’ve had something to eat, do you think you could stand? Maybe walk?