Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

The instant Hydra named Arcturus, Towhee felt a (Moon)spear thrust through her last hope for making an arrangement with someone she knew. Yes, this was it, the moment she realized she was going to spend the spring seeking some strange. There were worse fates, though at present, she wasn't sure whether she should laugh or cry over her stupid hopes and dumb fate.

"I know Arcturus," in the biblical way, "too well..." But she didn't even mean their tryst. She was thinking of Wraen. It was probably a capitally bad idea to mention the fact that Arcturus was in love with her, right? Towhee didn't like keeping things from Hydra but she figured ignorance was bliss in some instances, like when your brother is head over heels for your sworn enemy and your sister took his virginity (???).

"He's great, don't get me wrong, I just... I shouldn't have asked you this," Towhee said, a strange laugh leaving her. "What an absurd goddamn thing to ask you. I said it was strange, didn't I? Maybe too strange." Despite all her mixed feelings, she threw an affection elbow at Hydra, jostling her and then nipping her cheek fondly. "Appreciate you humoring me, though," she was sure to say.