Division. Strife. Separation. The doubts. The pondering. Grouping up. Talents. Tribes. It was easy to jump to a hundred assumptions, but it was as equally obvious, if one had just watched since they arrived, that so far no one had formed up groups along those colored lines. Which made it easier to question if this was a rod prodding them harder, seeing if subconsciously anyone had, or would, or wanted to. A demand to pay those colors mind.

She knew who the others in her color were -- Killian, Nerys, Kylo, Jon -- but she felt no stirring of possession or greater loyalty to them. She felt no particular loyalty to anyone here, in specific, save Thorfinn. who was, himself, in Gray. Really, though. The whole lot of them were so green it made her teeth ache in a daily way, but it pounded in her head today. When they weren't aware of the million things this might be.

(When she didn't know what it was yet either, and had instead of 'too few' all the too many bad options it might be.)


It's quietly that she watches this next start, though, uncertain if she wants to voice her thoughts yet.