Neverwinter Forest He's always playing with a light

Bronco had never exactly been jealous about the way his mother had fawned over Primrose- everyone did, he was an adorable child- but he had always been left feeling somewhat inadequate. Niamh had pushed him so hard to be strong, learn to be a warrior, and be ruthless in battle but Primrose? Prim had been treated like soft poetry. Perhaps it was because Niamh had failed so horribly with Bronco that she was better able to raise a gentler soul like Prim. While he was glad his younger brother hadn't had to suffer the same training and discipline, he pined still for the gentle upbringing his sibling had had. 

When Figment mentioned the Redhawks leaders, Bronco's lips pulled into an exaggerated frown for a second. The last thing he wanted was for there to be another Niamh. 

But Figment was trying to lighten the mood- he picked up on that, shook his head and chuckled. "Dude you are totally not a Towhee. You're Phox 2.0 through and through." He said. "Fennec's the Towhee. With...Maybe a bit Finley, too." There were a few others to consider. "Huh." he chuffed, lightly. "I think thay makes me sort of an Elwood." He wanted to say "Colt," badly, but he wasn't sure he could step into that legacy. And being an Elwood set pretty lofty standards for him too. He hadn't been in Bronco's life long, but the feisty pair had made quite an impression on him. 

"It'd be nice if Sugar Glider came back. I haven't seen her in like...A long time. Haven't seen any signs of Penn either," His tone became a bit dry, but he shook it off. If he said Penn's name too loud, surely he'd show up. "You met anyone new while you were travelling?" He asked.