Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Towhee returned Phox's look with a sympathetic frown. She didn't like it, though she understood it. Did he feel the same way? She saw him stiffen seconds before he signed a response. She couldn't hear his words, though there was a jerky terseness to his ptero that spoke volumes to Towhee. The Regent sucked in a breath, then let it out in an audible whoosh, staying silent to give them a chance to hash it out.

Meanwhile, Meerkat ran up to her to announce, -"HEY! GUESS WHAT, MAMA! I SHITTED!"-

Towhee didn't even have to force the smile as she patted the goober's head and informed her, -"The past tense of 'shit' is 'shat,' Meerkat. You shat. Or you can say, 'I took a shit,' that would be correct too."- Probably Meerkat wouldn't quite get that, so she added, -"Good job. I'm very proud of you,"- and offered the kid a fist bump even as her attention drifted to Phox and Fen.