Redhawk Caldera New rule: you steal my baby, you get punched.

Having the same mental constitution, at the time, of her sister, Clover soon forgot all about the hellish sneeze she had produced. She prepared to snooze again when something touched her back. Clover mimicked Fiadh, her head turning to the side as she stretched forth. She sought something not within her reach. Sometimes, though, when she did this, things came to her—it was like magic to the blind and deaf Clover.