Redhawk Caldera A fish that's learned to fly

Wrap this in favor of our newest one? <3

She relaxed and listened to him speak, letting her breathing fall into an easier patterned rhythm.  Towhee's voice was something she loved despite it's harsh tones, but her dad's had always been soothing in a way she couldn't quite explain.  Even when she was small, it had never failed to make her feel better to simply sit and listen while he talked about stars, or stories, or hunting patterns.

She began to draw her own internal map while he spoke, fitting the description to what she already knew of this place.  The rim she'd walked along once or twice, and apparently there was water within the drop on the other side.  She didn't know what he meant by 'murky' or 'clear', but the rest she followed, and her lips curved upwards as she pictured he and mom playing here like she and Fig had as kids.

Need a tour... sometime.  she said softly.  She was starting to feel a little sleepy; maybe a nap before she tried to eat the food her dad had brought.