Redhawk Caldera Koozie jacket

Alyx woke early, hoping to spend the morning collecting an assortment of water plants from around the Caldera's huge lake to add to her secret stash in the foothills, but all those plans disappeared the second she spotted her dad sitting exactly where she meant to go. She still remembered the feeling of his teeth in the back of her neck and his weight pressing her into the ground, and she had not forgiven him for it. It was impossible to hope that he hadn't seen her, too, with her blazing golden fur, but she pointedly pivoted and headed perpendicularly away from him, hoping to angle back to the water somewhere else.

It hurt her heart to do it, but Alyx felt firmly that she was owed an apology for the rough way she was treated. She also owed her mom an apology for calling her a bitch. She knew that, but she hadn't done it yet. It wasn't like Niamh ever spent any time with her, anyway, so what did that matter? Her mother hadn't even sought her out since they came to the Caldera, and once or twice she'd wondered if Niamh would even notice or care if she didn't exist at all. That was all very unfair of her, but she felt immaturely justified. If Niamh wouldn't come to her, then she wouldn't go to Niamh, apology owed or not.

She'd always been more fond of her father than her mother, so it really stunk not to hang out with him like she used to, but the sight of him made her gut twist uncomfortably. It was easier to just avoid him than to swallow her teenage ego, even though he likely wouldn't let her get away that easily.