Redhawk Caldera You could be my summer thing.

Truth be told, Towhee didn't quite follow Sifaka's next words. It sounded like he was telling fortunes or speaking in riddles or something. Her lips pursed at his closing statements, which made a little more sense than the immediately previous anecdotes. She had wondered more than once whether she could forgive Niamh, should she return. She didn't know the answer to that, though the rest was easy. Of course she'd welcome back Phox and the kids if and when they turned up the caldera, no questions asked. None of this was their fault.

Rather than bother speculating or pursue the subject further, Towhee took a seat, leaning as the wind gusted again. "Uncle Sif, can you tell me more about my mom? Fox? And that whole side of the family?" she wondered. She'd never known the woman, so she wasn't particularly invested, though she was not a chronicler and historian for nothing. She was curious about the maternal half of her family tree, the side which had been utterly eclipsed by the Redhawk legacy.