The Sunspire Muscle car.

hashtag off the rails

Gravity spun her around to face Reyson as she backslid, which allowed Towhee to catch his remarks. L-O-L, she chuckled quietly under her breath.

Then someone else was there with them. Towhee startled, which made shooting pains race up the angry marks on her back. Instead of her consciousness continuing its slow leak, everything suddenly became brighter, clearer, sharper. And the pain momentarily dulled. Perhaps it was adrenaline; or instincts; or maybe it was Maybelline.

No, Towhee corrected her inexplicable inner monologue, not Maybelline. This must be…

You Meadow? she asked, as if her back wasn’t bloody and inflamed. Reyson’s……………… friend? Remembering herself, she added, And healer?