Redhawk Caldera You could be my summer thing.

That totally makes sense! I'm going to make a vague inference here; please let me know if you mind. :)

Although he didn't delve into too much detail, it sounded like a success. Before he could quite switch the subject on her, Towhee pressed for a little more news on her older sister and the rest of the Frosthawks, particularly her eldest son. Sifaka obliged her and it made Towhee feel good, knowing everyone down that way was doing pretty well.

Then he posed a question of his own. It caught her a little by surprise, though it was a perfectly valid query, she supposed. Towhee pursed her lips and tried to think back. It hurt, to reach back in time and go over those moments with Phox: the last time she'd ever seen him. The Sovereign drew in a deep, deep breath.

"I don't actually know," she said honestly, "although my brother mentioned something about how she was angry with me for not apologizing. The two of us—Niamh and me, I mean—hadn't spoken in a while because she and Reyes had a fight which resulted in his exile. I blamed both Niamh and Reyes for that shit storm and avoided her because... 'cause..." She trailed off with a sigh. She'd been trying to avoid a blow- and fallout of epic proportions and look where that had landed her.

She realized she really didn't want to talk about this any further than that. "Mm, that's all I can tell you, unfortunately. Phox went after her and hasn't been seen or heard from since." Towhee had slowly come to terms with that, though her feelings about the whole matter were very mixed to this very day.

Her mouth twisted into an expression that was both a grimace and a smile. "Welcome to the Redhawks family and all its legendary drama," she quipped dryly.