Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

"Avoid drama like a plague," Wraen advised, chuckling at Towhee's expression. "I heard about that - sounds as if a bunch of young people got tired of the old ones and moved elsewhere to have a party," she mused, thinking about Bronco and their recent encounter. She was proud that he and the other two Firebirds had achieved so much in short matter of time.

"Is she that old already? Unbelievable!" Wraen exclaimed, remembering the sand-coloured ball of fluff of a baby and having hard time putting that image together with the one, where she was nearly an adult. "And a year later you might become a granny too," she added. "It might come sooner for Niamh though. I would love to see her face, when she learns that she has entered the ranks of very old people," she said and chuckled.