Heron Lake Plateau So many roads.

Phox couldn't help but chortle at the insult Towhee rang off. Too bad he wasn't nearly as creative, but he figured he could try out the waters. -Quixote and Colt are just a couple of toasty turd buglers,- he signed. There was something relieving about coming right out and saying it to his most trusted confidant, devoid of any worrisome thoughts that she might disagree with him. Ever since Phox had come back, he had been more and more certain that there would never anything that could push him away from Towhee ever again. The landscapes might change, but their bond would not be broken. Not if he had anything to do with it.

-C'mere,- he said, pushing his way past Towhee and out into the night. It was a clear one, and he knew that it was more likely they'd see what he was going to try and point out. His eyes scanned for Polaris, then followed it east across the sky where he finally spotted what he'd been looking for. -Remember that?- he asked, pointing in the direction of the constellation. -That's Gemini, the twins.-