Redsand Canyon That ole highway holds the key

Today was the day that @Reyson was set to arrive home. Fennec allowed @Germanicus to greet him and give him time to eat and pause after the trip home, but they’d spoken about this already. She’d been pleasantly surprised, for the dozenth time it seemed, when he’d agreed to her perspective on the changes.

He’d been promised a rank in leadership. But Mereo had lost multiple leaders already, and according to Germanicus, Reyson had ties within Epoch. If he intended to leave, then the position should be held for someone intending to remain. Her mate had seen the sense in it, and from her perspective, it was not breaking his word to ask this. In the new ranks, there were other places of honor he could carry just as well.

Leadership needed to come with stability. Redhawk Caldera, and @Towhee, had taught her that.

She sought Reyson out, knowing she’d likely find Germanicus on the way or that he would join her there. He was never late. When Fennec found him, she stopped short, listening to ensure he was near enough before starting. She didn’t know if she was interrupting, but this was important enough she didn’t mind.

Reyson. There have been some changes since you left. She began, then paused. Should she? Fuck it.

Mereo’s ranks were changed to better reflect that it is a fortress, not just an outpost. The requirements for ranks have changed too, but Germanicus still wants to see you in leadership. We just need to be sure you plan to stay here first.

She stopped there, allowing either of them to interject or respond. The words were strangely militant, but she’d found herself easily falling into that pattern of speech when it came to this sort of thing. Fennec had always enjoyed playing characters and Imperatrix was very nearly becoming one of those… but in a way that didn’t feel fake.