Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

"I will seek him out then," Wraen nodded and added another thing to her "to-do-list", where finding a good place to settle was written with red, block letters and the other less-pressing, but - perhaps - easier mattes to settle were added in smaller font. "That is honorable, indeed," she remarked, realizing now that she knew very little about the present Figment and had not known much about him, when he had been a kid either. They grew up too quickly for a single person to make good and intimate friends with all of them. That was unfair on one side, but blessing on the other. 

"What about this year's rascals - any one of them showing aspirations to be either a leader or a..." brat was the first thing that came to her mind for some reason. Though amused by this suggestion she did not say it out loud. She had stepped over the line with Bronco recently and did not wish the same happen to her and Towhee. "...something else? Warriors, medics are a popular choice in your line of family," she asked.