The Sunspire The House of Troubles

Do we wanna wrap this up since it's getting a little old kinda? :P

She grunted an affirmation.  Yep.  It wasn't going to cooperate. Life was a jerk that way.  That and keep an ear out for someone calling about trouble.  Not as reliable as being able to find a deer to hunt or plants to pick or whatever.  If you want constant excitement, gotta choose another calling.  Which was the truth -- then sometimes weird alphas got in the way.

Treason was running low on things to talk about, but there was still a fair amount of ground she was planning on covering before the day was out.  Was Maia going to be awkwardly following along in probably-growing silence or was she going to head off her own way?  Treason didn't care too much one way or another as long as she was able to finish her duties by the end of it.