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Vísdómr. - Towhee - August 11, 2025
Towhee stood on the shore of the lake, idly watching a flock of ducks paddling across. Her tail flicked as her orange eyes then panned to the right, in the direction of the Hobbit Hole. From down here, she could see the figures of Killdeer, Amalia, Carolina and Lyric puttering around just outside the den. The Alphas were probably feeding the kids lunch.
Resisting the temptation to join them, Towhee smiled and turned the other way. She pondered a moment before raising her muzzle skyward and asking @Whip and Wagtail to join her beside the caldera. While she waited for them to come, she waded into the water, which was a blessed relief from the pounding August sun.
A sudden wind pushed against the back of her head and sent the water ruffling around her ankles. Towhee turned to tilt her face into it, eyes closing and nostrils flaring as she drank in the scents. Her tail swished again, knocking into something and prompting her to open her eyes again. Only there was nothing there.
Except Maxim, of course. Even Leona had gone by now, though her beloved remained invisibly but ineffably tethered to her… for now, anyway.
RE: Vísdómr. - Wagtail - August 11, 2025
"She's calling you."
Whip-poor-will Redhawk had a familiar way about him: stiff and rigid, the elasticity of youth had been bled out of him a long time ago. He was slow to move and even slower to act.
"Hmm?" he hummed, eyes opening to narrow slits. She had a habit of running with the assumption that Whip cared for very little. Of course, he cared about their next meal, survival (broadly), and with some liberal extension of the mind, herself. However, Wagtail often wondered if it was only her desire for his approval that colored her perception. One had to check themselves now and again.
"Aunt Towhee. Your sister, remember? It's time to go. Up. Get up," she implored, nosing at his side.
RE: Vísdómr. - Whip - August 11, 2025
OOOOF, time got away from me these last couple weeks.
"Enough Wags, Mother's Mercy, I heard it already," he groaned, stretching in the midday sun.
They were settling -- if you could call it settling. Whip did. It was a settled that he was accustomed to. Love at arm's length or something like that. The Caldera was the home he'd known; he was born here, and he would die here, and that was the choice he'd made.
"We can't just ignore her Dad, we-- I don't know where we stand here and it's just--"
"I'm not ignoring her," Whip replied, offended. "I'm old. I move slow. Have some damn grace."
With a rattling shake, Whip Redhawk was soon on his feet.
He let his daughter lead the way into the territory proper on account of his failing sight.
When they arrived, this place so near to the place of his birth, though he could not see it, he could feel the ghost of memory pushing him forward; the wind in his sails.
He kept his distance from the water and called gruffly, "I'm here -- I'm here --" before tossing a frustrated glance Wagtail's way. "--But somebody was getting impatient."
RE: Vísdómr. - Towhee - August 11, 2025
All good!
The breeze picked up a bit more, making Towhee glance skyward. Was it going to storm later this afternoon? The rim of the caldera prevented her from viewing the horizon, where she guessed gray clouds might be gathering in the direction of the coast. The system would sweep inland, dumping rain as far and hard as it could until it inevitably broke up over the mountain ranges.
She sensed movement and dropped her gaze to the shoreline, swiveling to fully face it as two figures ranged closer. Wagtail led, her expression tight. Towhee wondered if her brother had banged a coyote to produce such a small, pointy daughter. Speaking of which, her orange gazed danced beyond the yearling to the elder ambling behind her.
Before she could fully assess her brother, he spoke, drawing her attention to his lips. Towhee’s brows raised as she quickly deduced his words were directed at Wagtail more than herself. She stepped out of the water, still openly eyeing the pair, curious about this dynamic between them.
It’s nothing urgent,Towhee assured both.
I just figured we’re overdue for a chat. And I owe you both an apology for my behavior the last time we spoke,she added with a light shake of her head.
Things are on an upswing now, though, and I’d like to get to know you both. Starting with finding out what brought you back here.
Her brows raised again, this time in inquisitive invitation. Clear of the water, Towhee took a seat with her back to it and the ducks still coasting across its surface. The wind continued to push and pull, though Towhee figured they had plenty of time before the weather took a turn. She couldn’t be sure how she knew, though Maxim silently concurred.