Phoenix Maplewood I couldn’t sleep a wink

"The hell is a sunhigh?" she wondered, only to realize she'd spoken her thoughts out loud. "You talking days, kid?" She counted them in her head. Six days. That was... "Almost a week?" It didn't seem so difficult to speak plainly. She exhaled sharply. Damn kids these days. They were always coming up with new words for things that didn't need new words.

With an exhausted sigh, she shook her head. This was a new member, one who was young enough that he needed a little guidance. Like all males, a firm hand would help with that. And clear orders. There'd be no mistaking them. "Fine, Hawk," she resigned to finally saying, though her words held Citali's very own version of sharpness. "What on earth are you doing out and about at this hour? Isn't it past your bedtime?"