The demand is clear. The purple roan girl responds with immediacy, because she knows they will have to go on foot. Calling her son to her, she sets off across the sand to join the small group around the Queen, looking around the group as she settles, reaching out to draw Puce close to her side, watching them to look for another who looks at him funny. Daring them with sparking eyes and a scowl to say anything about his condition:
Cassie had grown up mostly isolated in the Tundra, but she remembers when Kellyn had tried to move them to the Dale, while her own flesh peeled and cracked. It was relatively unpleasant to live like that, and she can't help but wish he had not gotten it from her. Of course, the fae had taken that along with everything else, and for now she is whole in a way she had never been.
She listens to Nayl's words, still undecided whether she will pursue any rank, and glances at her grandfather when Nayl mentions the men. Her life had been next to useless in the Tundra, but her son's life is next to useless here. Some day soon, he will have to make the choice she always dreaded: live in the only home he will have ever known, as a second-class citizen, or leave. For a long moment, dark eyes flicking between Nayl and Brennen, Cassie wonders if she should have gone somewhere else. To her mother perhaps, or anywhere else.
But they are already here, all of the family she has ever known. And it seems even the Queen's son will
Not be exempt.
Cassie also wonders why Nayl does not just carve out a place in the subkingdom of Sylva for the prince.
But she has nothing to to offer, so she simply waits among them.
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