Sun Mote Copse Three make a coven

Wraen demonstrated her willingness to play by snapping her teeth in Towhee's direction. The Regent raised her brows in challenge, smirking when the Sovereign dipped forward into a bow. Just as the mercenary was squaring up to pounce, a flash of gold at the corner of her eye caused her to glance in that direction, just in time to watch a careworn Niamh stride onto the scene.

Towhee shot Wraen a quick look, then swiveled to face her fellow mother. Niamh looked as though she'd have been happy to spectate while the other two sparred. Certainly she didn't look in any way prepared to join them. Towhee arched a brow and laughed quietly when she saw her friend's yawn. Towhee knew firsthand how much of a challenge her trio could be and empathized with her sister-in-law's obvious exhaustion.

-"So, what's the plan?"- she asked, swinging her attention back to Wraen, who'd spearheaded this little get-together. They could keep sparring or just sit around and talk; she would be fine with either. Or maybe the Sovereign had in mind something else altogether.