Emberwood I got a nautical-themed Pashmina Afghan

Oh, I remember. Some dude? She was curious who this stranger was, but doubted any more info would be helpful. There weren't many outside of the Redhawks who Fennec had met that were still alive. That was a pretty dark thought.

Her expression didn't change when he brought up his grandmother but she internally winced. Fuck, she'd forgotten he was so damn inquisitive about this shit. She loved him but it was an awkward subject, especially because she got the feeling he wouldn't appreciate the thinking. He and Towhee had always been close.

She could tell him Towhee had told them to fuck off? It'd be funny, but an easy lie to catch. And as much as she liked lying, she didn't like doing so to her son.

We didn't tell her what we were doing here. For one, we weren't even sure we would find a spot. And it would have been hard, doing our own thing, when she's always been the one in charge. She was hoping they could keep the secret until they founded, and then find her and let her know once they had something to show. She had no idea her younger brother had already blown that chance by telling their mom himself.

I'll tell her, though. Once we see if this works. She hoped that made sense.