The Sunspire April showers bring May flowers

But if trades, leadership, and babies weren't the end game, what was? Perhaps that was the most perplexing part. Tytonidae didn't have the same drive and direction that her sisters did. She'd gone with the flow, complacent enough to be dragged this way and that with the tide that was life. The single time she'd had a strong opinion about something, it had only proven to throw her entire life into turmoil and distance herself from her siblings. It was why she was here, living on the spire, rather than living in her birthplace: Blacktail Deer Plateau.

Frustration still lingered in her chest, even with her father's comforting words. She licked her lips when he mentioned the gamekeeper thing, and she shrugged again. Sometimes, she wished that somebody would tell her to (wo)man up and do something with her life. Nobody seemed to want to be harsh with her, though. Least of all her father. "How is everything at the caldera?" she asked, again pushing the conversation off of herself.