Sun Mote Copse Game of drones.

Nearly the instant she said the dreaded word, her brother appeared. It was the wrong brother, however. Towhee was so surprised to see Eljay, she didn't react beyond a series of blinks. She didn't even answer his question, eyes raking back over to Niamh in time to catch everything she said apart from the first few words.

Towhee mouthed, "Saints?" Why couldn't she place that name? It took her several beats to recollect Niamh's words of yore, something about Ursus and the Saints. Honestly, she couldn't remember much else. She'd been too caught up in grilling her sister-in-law about Raslas at the time. Well, she had one thing right: all of this was definitely a mindfuck.

She realized she'd sort of expected, maybe even hoped, her Regents would talk her out of this. But now Niamh ran with it, pointing out the copse's penchant for flooding as yet another good reason to consider a move. Only when the blonde spoke of the caldera as if she wasn't very familiar with it did Towhee abruptly remember that Niamh had never actually lived there. Had she ever even been there before?

-"Yes, we were,"- the Sovereign replied, including Eljay with a glance. -"It's just southeast of Moonspear and Firefly Glen. We'd be much closer to them, without being up their asses. I'll admit I'm actually not a fan, based on personal history, but... Redhawk Caldera."- Now she looked straight at her older brother, gaze lingering. -"We're thinking about going back."-