Qeya River byzantium

Someone met them.  He was younger than she but seemed confident in his place here.  One of the pack.

Redd’s posture dropped further, a motion that was equal parts deference and weariness.  She did not wish for any kind of altercation.  She only sought to be one of them.

We would join.  She stated simply, voice subdued.  It did not need to be a question, for they would be driven off clearly if denied.  Redd’s eyes remained lowered, but though she wished to sit, she remained standing.  Only a little longer.