Hideaway Strath My piano, the clouds.

Backdated to 8/31.

On this final day of meteorological summer, Towhee wandered in search of her brother, @Phox. He wasn't at the rendezvous site (where the kids were having a debate of some sort), nor at the pass. She threaded down a familiar game trail, determined to hunt down her fellow Kilonova. She still hadn't had the chance to float her suggestion about a Fusor past him and with every passing day, she felt more and more sure of her choice for their second-in-command.