Redhawk Caldera The quiet life.

sorry this is so late ;-; we can continue or fade out if you want

Oh, okay, she said in response to his not recalling Ibis. At least he'd heard of her. It was easier to talk about her mother to those who'd known her; she couldn't quite capture the essence of the graceful woman, no matter how hard she tried. It was like capturing water in cupped palms—beautiful, cool, fleeting.

She listened carefully to what he said, grateful that the silence had been broken. I've never seen the coast, she admitted, smiling softly. I mean, from a distance. . .like, on top of the mountains. But I've never been close up. What's it like? Um, I mean, from what you can remember.

Those who had been told such fanciful stories of it. Reyes had left quite early, so she wondered how much he'd held onto. Then she wondered, with a grimace, whether she was digging at some old wound she really ought to stay away from.

Oops. Can't go back now, she supposed.