So, here, have a pic solo, because if I don't post it, I'll keep tweaking it and I don't wanna.

Bianca: At this point, I would not mind getting hit by a truck. It would mean I could get this over with quicker.

Tenney Grant Song Lyrics 1/2

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

I don't think I have a moment like that for them. For Priya a fundamental change came gradually, from the talks with Tenney, Ryan and Tilga, and her own "adding two and two together". She was raised in a lie, and by being exposed to different views than those ingrained into her, she learned to see that lie for what it was. So it wasn't a one-time event. The other may not know about that change, because they didn't know her before.

Tenney is consistent in his views. He is changed -- later in the story -- not so much by something he witnesses, but rather by something that happens to him. Something internal. Priya is the most aware of that change. They talk about it.

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

As for Priya, let me give you this:

Her Nest cared. Priya Samir represented her Nest. "I care." She looked into the dark eyes of the bandit leader again. "Let it be known that Rosehaw Nest cares. You can take whatever you like. Just don't hurt anyone."  The man's eyes lost focus for a moment there. He seemed to look through her, took a few rapid, shallow breaths, then blinked and furrowed his brow at her, as if he saw her for the first time. Priya shivered.   "Whatever we like?" he breathed out. His eyes gleamed feverishly. It frightened her more than spears and sabres of his men.  "Yes," she tried to make her voice sound strong, but it faltered.  "What if I want to take you?" He pulled the reins tighter, forcing her capra to take a small step forward.  A cold bead of sweat trickled down Priya's spine.  "You cannot be serious!"  "Please, get down from your capra."  "I said whatever, not who--"  "Fior, aim for the capra!"  Priya couldn't believe what she was seeing. The tall woman adjusted her grip on the javelin, the tip of the weapon unmistakably aimed at the animal's neck artery. Priya could feel the capra's heart pulsing beneath her saddle.  "No!" She choked out.   She heard her men move behind her, saw small adjustments in the bandits' stances. She couldn't let it happen. She didn't want her animal to be killed, she didn't want to order her men to mangle all those children – because she was sure the woman, the leader, the angry one and the big one in the back would get out of this unscathed. She didn't want her men to get hurt either, because some might. She might get hurt. Or even killed. She didn't want any of this.  The man in charge of the bandits apparently knew what she was thinking.  "Get down from your capra," he repeated.  "Nestess," Telfer grunted, but he was not in charge here. She was.  "Stand down," Priya ordered, then climbed off her mount.  Now she stood in front of the bandit leader and stared straight into his eyes. He was maybe an inch taller than her, but slender and hunched over. One of his shoulders seemed to be higher than the other. He did not possess an intimidating body – it was all in his unblinking dark stare. Priya was not scared he would hurt her physically, but his mental prowess inspired respect, profound respect bordering on awe.  And justly so. "Shawn," he said, not letting go of her eyes. He didn't even have to give the order, the angry man found himself at her side instantly and grabbed her arms. Now, that man was scary on a visceral level. He was terrifying, stinking of sweat, his breathing coarse in her ear. He put a knife to her throat.  "Like this?" he sneered.  The leader didn't look at him, didn't look at Priya anymore either, even though she tried to get his attention. He was now completely focused on her armed escort.

As for Tenney... hmmm. I'm not sure that he was ever very afraid. He will be, though, when his visions will go away, and he will not see his purpose as clearly anymore. It will be interesting to write, because it will be a different kind of fear, not immediate, not situational, but rather existential.

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

They are both focused on success, rather than personal happiness. If it can be distinguished that way, I mean.

Thank you for the ask. :)