"I do not know." She admitted after a long moment, "Reds are different, more warlike." She swallowed, staring at her feet, much like a defeated child. Swallowing as she thought it over, she glanced up. "The oldest I know is my mother, and I still do not know how strong she is." A few more tense seconds drifted by as she pulled at her hair. "There were fights before I was born, but my mother has always been keen on kindness, peace." She twisted another knot into her hair, one of the small flowers breaking free from the vine and fluttering down.

"I think he is a fool," she said, harshly, before she sucked in a breath realizing how harsh what she had said sounded. Even if she believed it, Winter was not keen on sounding so cruel when it came to others. "I think he intends to get us killed and claim the final blow, or he intends to worse-- simply go in and die.

"His arrogance and yet cowardice would make my father ill."