Lenora's POV
"I want to talk to the capital council," Mira said.
She was twelve, which meant she asked for things with the same precise confidence she'd had at nine but with considerably more context for what she was asking.
We were at the refuge kitchen. She had arrived after her apprenticeship session with the particular purposeful directness of someone who has been thinking about something all day and is ready to say it.
"About what?" I said.
"The children's provision," she said. "Mira's amendment. It allows children to speak in council sessions. But it doesn't address the cases of children who were directly affected by the exile system — children who are still in the unclaimed territories, who were born there, who have never been inside a pack structure." She sat across from me. "
