Testing Time (Meeting)

Sparrow had noticed the rising waters and muck. She had used it to collect herbs. Her body had been coated with mud. Recently, she had been thinking. She had heard her aunt out on all the things about trust and had decided that she didn't know how much she had trusted her pack, or how much they trusted her. In the end, as she reflected on the events, she decided neither side trusted either much. Her dad had told two of his kids about the war, but not others. Then, he had acted like they were betraying him by being confused and not agreeing. Sparrow wanted to believe in her heart that her family was good. She couldn't think that the war was all that good, but she had come to understand that they probably thought they were doing the right thing.

She had to realize they weren't bad for fighting. She had to realize fighting was a part of life. Just like he had said... Sparrow needed to accept that. Like he had said, if she wanted a family of her own one day, it would be important to learn how to fight or she would put them all at risk. She didn't want that. She didn't want to fight. She only ever wanted to heal and have a nice family.

It was hard, but she finally realized that if she never fought, she would never understand why others fought. So, she had made a resolution: She was going to fight. She was going to step up in the pack and make her father proud. She wouldn't shy away anymore. If even her father couldn't trust her, then she had really become useless to the pack. She wouldn't be crazed by the ideas of fighting. She wouldn't call others traitors for not believing in it, but she was going to find out for herself what all the hype was about.

Coming into the clearing, Sparrow shook her coat out, flinging bits of mud everywhere. Oh, Lillianna was here. Cool. Sparrow set her expression firm and went up to her father. She aimed to bump her cheek against him to avoid coating him in her filth, "Father I'd-" She lowered her voice, looking from Lillianna back to her father, "Voglio parlare con te su come combattere. Sono pronta." Her eyes sought his. She wanted to know if this was the right move. She felt like she would never be able to get recognized as a healer when everyone knew Starling as a healer. Even though she talked to her Aunt Harmony about healing, it wasn't always needed. Having both Harmony and Starling would surely drown her out. If she wasn't even noticed, how could she expect her father to trust her?

Pulling back, Sparrow offered a small bow to her father, "Maybe after the meeting?" she asked. With another small nod, the mud-coated girl found a place to sit near the front, facing her father without crowding him. She looked forward to the meeting. She had high hopes for her new future.