Redsand Canyon scrinium

I could be Aunt T, she quipped, not at all serious, except for the sentiment behind it, which was actually very sincere. Get it? Auntie…? She huffed a decidedly unattractive laugh.

His mention of raising his children to be soldiers wasn’t at all unexpected. It made her think of Sphyra and her lips twitched. She nodded, though she didn’t say anything. Naturally, how he hoped to rear his children was his business. Towhee just wanted to be their cool, ass-kicking aunt and mentor.

(Abruptly, she wondered if the Imperator and Matrona believed in choosing godparents. Gods forbid they’d ever need them, but Towhee’s eyes went a little soft at the thought. She didn’t dare ask, at least right now.)

Back to the dinner, Towhee said, growing serious once more, maybe Rue and/or Arsenio could give Mulberry some pointers? Then maybe Arsenio would like to take Mulberry scouting and they can include the vale in their road trip? Not to foist it all onto him, I truly feel like he’d be the best candidate at overseeing it. Especially since Kinfolk knows him. But what did Germanicus think?