Blackfeather Woods you are young and life is long

relmyna was taken aback by the ire that seemed to kindle in maegi's breath; a swift blink while she attempted to make sense of it. but already she had — already she knew why it was that anger wreathed from the older girl with each utterance of her father's name. yes, the listener confirmed, her own seafoam gaze gathering an inscrutable expression. surely maegi did not believe her and her own siblings the only brood of cicero, the only one that could be suffered.
a protective irritation was beginning to glint snakelike within relmyna as the flames of indigo and firelight pierced the air in her direction. if the gods did not want them here, they would not be here, came the unheard crisp edge of her own words. the mother had seen fit to bless her womb with cicero's
there was another
daughters. blackfeather belonged to those of melonii blood, and this relmyna believed would come to pass. the enraged girl before her was best suited for the throne — or so she had considered. how had maegi not known? or perhaps the yearling had not wanted to know. she was silent then, awiaiting the young priestess' response.