Heron Lake Plateau I name this boat Roast Beef. May God bless her and all who sail in her.

Jumbled midnight post, aw ye

Will trust you on that, then.  Think I'll stick to being fine with not taking chances.  Now that the initial "wait, what" of it all had passed, it did seem like a pretty Towhee-ish thing to do, for whatever reason.  All the strange or bad cards she'd been dealt, she always seemed to shrug it off and keep rolling.  Go figure she'd run into snakes often enough to know them apart that well.

He still couldn't help but think that tinge of awkwardness he felt was ever going to go away.  Though Quixote didn't have a problem accommodating her, he couldn't help but think there was a certain amount of general failing to communicate that would always be there, and Towhee heading off without waiting for an answer was just a symptom of that -- Qui's ptero was often broken and slow, so even if they tried to communicate on a level field, it just... wasn't.

He didn't lag too far behind though, and quickly caught up to walk alongside her.  Yeah.  Awkward.  Qui waited to catch her eye so he could at least make sure they were going to be on the same page, Hopefully another day with nothing concerning.  Anything you've been monitoring?  At least recently there hadn't been too much that needed a direct response from what he could tell.  A few smaller predators, but the last big thing that stumbled through the area was that bear a while back unless a thread was missed.