Redtail Rise We are often of greater importance in our own eyes

siblings & anyone allowed in the den welcome

As an orange ray of sunset light filtered in through the Wealda’s den, her fifth child awoke to an internal dinner bell. She started to whine, alerting the surrounding bodies (read: servants) that she required milk, but upon straining to weightlift her wobbling block head, she became aware of a brand new sensation as she opened her eyes for the very first time.

Everything was bleary and nothing made any sort of sense to her, yet she fell abruptly quiet in her attempts to parse out the shadows of movement her peeking face could now detect.