Emberwood carolina

Redd felt the same kinship, though the warmth was distant.  She was reminded in some ways of Masquerade.  A sister she had relied on but whose path had diverged to something new.  After there had still been fondness, but reliance could not be assumed.  Morwenna had others to run with.

We choose it.  We build it.  She paused, suddenly heavier with the experience that this was not always enough.  We hope it chooses us.  This trust was the hardest to come to.  Here things were simple; she was chosen because she was capable.  The spring, no doubt, would cause all to become uncertain.

She did not think she would resent, should things remain as they were.  But she had not thought she would ever resent her home.  One could never tell how the seasons might change them, nor the things they loved.

Or we become what it needs.  This was what she had failed to do before.  When they ceased to need her she had failed to adapt.  She could only try not to repeat those mistakes.