Sun Mote Copse fever dream high

Vasa lived for gossip, and Phox's report seemed to have satisfied an itch that had longed to be scratched.  "Really—," she remarked, invested in his report. "—that's so... weird..." her face scrunching as she spoke; maybe the bees had scrambled Wraen's brain? "Did she give y'all a reason why she was leaving?" she asked. "That's awesome about Towhee, though," Vasa said in her next breath. "She's going to do a great job leading—I'll have to congratulate her when I see her." Raven had always spoken fondly of her younger sister. 

The mention of her nieces and nephew brought a smile to her face. "Are they?" she prompted. "And Moonspear? Wheres that?" Vasa didn't recognize the name.