Sun Mote Copse My blue eyes never looked so green

Wildfire glanced at Eljay, noting that he looked relieved for the change of topic. She offered him a furtive smile, though he and Clover sort of dropped into the background from that moment. Her attention turned to see her godparents' faces, anticipating a response to her proposal.

Finley's expression was strangely flat. She looked unhappy about something. Had Wildfire's offer displeased her somehow? The Sovereign tilted her head and stopped to ask, "What—?" But Elwood chose right then to ask a question of his own. Wildfire blinked at her aunt, then resumed her walk even as she redirected her attention to her uncle.

"There are eight council positions: two Sovereigns, two Regents and four Honorees. The latter aren't leadership positions, just respected ranks. Kiwi and Seq are Honorees too, since they're hopefully future leaders." Her godparents, if they accepted, would balance out the youths quite well. "There's no particular responsibility attached to it, it's just a way to, well, honor and recognize. Although we could absolutely use you both in an advisory capacity."

Her chestnut eyes wandered anxiously back to her Aunt Flea as she spoke. Maybe she doesn't want responsibilities heaped on her from go? the Sovereign wondered. She hoped her explanation allayed any of godparents' reservations in that regard.