"Death." Mija shouted, raising her hand eagerly. She had a vibrant smile on her lips, acting ignorant of the circumstances in the room. "I vote death."
Elder Grace rolled his eyes, like many others.
"Young lady, we are not taking a vote," he said, in that old wise voice of someone that had seen too much.
Mija lowered her hand, but she still said loudly, "I am not wrong. If she doesn't leave him, she is going to die. Anybody with eyes and proper judgement can see it. You elders must be blind. After all I have seen, I am wondering why other tribes hold foxes in high regard. You guys are a mess. If he was a white snake, he would be ex-communicated by now."
The elders shifted, their judgement of Sienna turning into personal judgement.
