Iktome Plains And I am losing more each day it seems

He had hoped to go unnoticed, but those hopes were dashed out with the sound of his own name in Niamh's voice. She wanted him to come look at something, as if they had not just gotten in a big row. As if she had not berated him over and over again for something he'd apologized for. As if nothing was wrong. At some point in his life, perhaps when he'd first come back to the Redhawks, Phox would have gladly accepted such an offering of peace. Somewhere along the line—perhaps when he had tried his hand at leading, or maybe when he'd become a father, or perhaps when he'd gotten knocked upside the head on his fall down from the landslide—Phox had a change of heart, and he couldn't just pretend like certain things hadn't happened.

Did you follow me out here? he asked, making his way to where she was, only half-paying attention to the strange lights and sounds in the sky above. There was something different about the way she smelled, a lighter, more rosy scent, but he brushed it off. He did have to admit that, as much as he felt like she had disrespected him and refused to see his side of things, she was still pretty. Dang stupid brain.