Bones of our Ancestors

Starling would leave. Guilt would flicker in her, but she pushed it down; that was deserved. It was uncalled for. Shaye would leave with him, but she caught the look the girl shot at her. She barely heard Dart's words; she had already left and he'd be left talking to air. Still, it was enough for her to have to swallow a snarl. It would take mere moments for Bass to speak, and then Felicien... who said the same words she did, the same tone, perhaps even more snarly, and there would not be a single ear flicker. No, she would be told that she was a child, that she needed to learn her place. She speaks reason, sense, she told the truth. But no, she speaks up once - calmly, if loudly, and she is called a child. To learn her place. She freely admitted that she did not have the authority, that she was not the alpha, that she was a Gison. The only time, the only time she had spoken up was this one time. One time. And she needed to learn her place? If anything, Sparrow should, but no. She was Starling's sister, the daughter of Bass, and she would not be told otherwise.

Bitterness flowed through her, a rare hatred sparking. That she forced down as well, instead focusing completely on Karabela's words. They were right; Abaven was full. Abaven had no room for expansion - they were pushing the room their territories gave. She'd step forward after Lillianna, ignoring all those around her, to face Bass. "I am with you," she would pledge, voice low. An apologetic look would be shot towards Finch; she knew the girl would not be pleased. At this point, though, she was second guessing her choice to pledge her life to abaven - if this was her pack, if this was the favoritism, if this was the ignorance, she did not want to be part of it. She was disgusted, completely disgusted. She would perch on the other side of Bass, on the other side of Motif and Felicien, her eyes sweeping across the crowd, silent.

"Speech" "Language"