Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

Although Towhee already knew that about Fennec, it meant a lot hearing it from someone else. She was glad her daughter was just more living proof that being different or disabled didn't mean jack squat about how far a person could go in life. Her head cocked at Wraen's confidently casual, "You will." She laughed, hoping as much.

A moment later, her friend was excusing herself. Towhee had completely forgotten her initial irritation and could scarcely believe she'd felt it in the first place, not after this wonderful conversation. "Okay," she agreed, "but don't leave without coming to find me again, all right? Off you go." She waved a paw dismissively. "And feel better."