Redhawk Caldera I'm a phoenix in the water

Fennec's expression was clearly indicative of rolling her eyes, at least as much as it could be right now.  She shot her mom the look, but the conversation was beginning to lift her spirits, and in truth that was more important to her than anything else.  It hurt to exist right now; speaking sucked, but she'd take the positivity.  Shouldn't ask - if shouldn't talk.  She huffed back softly.  The clapback lost a lot of it's edge when it sounded like it came from a dying radio.

She wasn't hungry at all.  And there was no way in hell she was eating twice-chewed food.  Ugh.  So she shifted the subject.  Just listen.  Fennec paused to see if Towhee would be quiet, though even if she wasn't, Fennec wouldn't respond.  Instead she focused on her own shallow (irritating as hell) breathing and the sounds around them.  The first thing that struck her was a cold chill, followed by a trill of a bird in the distance.  The wind carried with it the scent of leaves, and she imagined them whirling around.  She'd never seen it, but she'd felt it when they brushed against her pelt.  That had to mean Meerkat.  Even from the start, cheerful yet insightful, honest.  Now forever in motion, pushing forward.  No signs to indicate a father, though.  Fennec had hoped to find something to tie in, but the chill didn't feel like a denial.  Maybe the message was Meerkat would decide herself?  That made... a lot of sense, honestly.

The last scents she caught was Towhee... but Fig and Phox too, inexpilcitly.  Maybe they'd recently wandered by, but when she was reading "signs", she didn't take anything for granted.  Another weirdly vague moment, but she felt warmed by it.  To her it meant in the future, their family would be happy.  Whatever that looked like for Towhee.

It's a - good'n.  She said with a small smile, moving her head to brush her muzzle on her mom's fur.  Happy.  It sucked not to be able to treat her to the full 'Wraith' experience, but at least she could still practice.

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Past - daughter of swords
Present - the magician
Future - Father of Cups/3 of cups (I accidentally pulled two)