Redsand Canyon I will give you the world, child, if you prove you can take it.

Fancy halted, tossing a knotted strand of forelock behind one ear with a flick of her head so she could angle one eye toward the elder. She hardly looked concerned for her own welfare, which spoke of either bravery or confusion. Perhaps the bay had simply seen it all, and found some way to live at peace with the prospect that she might die any minute. For Fancy, life was still an everyday fight.

As are you. She said. Though she had not been initiated, watching the woman wander from the herd had been a curious thing. We had thought you might join us.