Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

So that cat was out of the bag already. Towhee let out a breath and found herself feeling a little surprised to hear Wraen didn't return Arcturus's feelings. She was pretty sure Wraen had actually told her this a time or two in the past, yet Towhee must've dismissed it. She had really believed there was something between the two of them, especially after Wraen had torn her a new one. Of course, there was something, although it sounded rather one-sided and unrequited. Towhee felt kinda bad for the guy.

The whole situation sounded really lopsided and uncomfortable and, not for the first time, Towhee was glad her occasional crushes had never gone anywhere. Romance was so messy. It was totally not her bag. It kinda seemed like it wasn't Wraen's either. She knew the other woman thought she was infertile, just like Towhee had been convinced she could never bear offspring. Idly, she wondered if Wraen was actually right. Had she tested that theory?

Completely unbidden, Towhee thought of her recent conversation with Hydra, where she'd suggested Towhee sleep with Arcturus. With this new information, it didn't seem as far-fetched as before, though the Sovereign didn't dare go there. No, as she'd told Niamh, she was now completely committed to finding some strangers to put babies in her. The only exception she would make was if she somehow ran into @Kaertok again, though what were the odds?

Towhee suddenly realized she'd failed to uphold the conversation again. "Well, I'm glad you two finally talked about it," she said kinda lamely. Sucks to be him, I guess. "I'm with you, as far as romance goes. Well, I guess I'm making assumptions here. Are you just not interested in Arcturus, or...?"