Huh. She nodded, a cheeky grin sliding onto her russet features. It made sense. The woman standing before her, despite her small stature, looked like a leader. Revon knew her aunt couldn’t stay—her mother wouldn’t relinquish the throne so easily. And neither would her father, no matter how much the shadow adored his sister. Choose sides? She blinked, her brows furrowed. What did Morganna mean about choosing sides? Surely her father would pick her mother, his mate, above all? Or was the Archer family bond stronger than that? Makes sense, she hummed, her tail flicking absently behind her.
Her aunt’s demeanour changed immediately once she started describing the lagoon. Even Revon could feel her own expression softening, her fiery eyes widening in awe. She loved the mountain—more than anything! maybe even more than her parents!—but that did not mean she wasn’t curious about the lands below. Especially when they sounded as magnificent as Morganna described. Would you show me one day? She blurted, suddenly, her ears whipping back as she adopted a sheepish expression. I’d ask mom an’ dad, but I don’t wanna pull 'em away from the mountain. Smooth.