Wheeling Gull Isle Revenge of the orchestra.

Lil’ bit, Towhee rejoined when accused of senility, a smirk on her face. Oh, there’s a D in there, huh? That’s what she said, Tina.

Dinah motioned for her to proceed to the island, so she resumed her leisurely stroll. She certainly moved much slower than her sprightly granddaughter. Towhee admired the beautiful young girl, so strikingly similar to her father, and didn’t catch the response to her question.

But she caught up to her a bit and Towhee could lipread the next few words, something about John and Whisker. She laughed when Dinah asked if she’d met them. When would I have done that? she teased, though only in her head.

Can’t say that I have. I’ve been too busy meandering all over the place. I just came from Moonspear, actually, and I’m wondering how come you’re not roasting me for failing to bring your cousins with me.