Northstar Vale Makriá

Arsenio made a clarification and Towhee nodded. She knew what he meant and welcomed whatever interest he showed in either course. He didn’t have any stipulations about what she chose to teach when it came to mercenary training, trusting her judgment and promising to participate when his kids were a bit older.

Awesome, Towhee said, sounding like a broken record.

He asked her about her family and she looked around as if Maxim, Jack or Leo might materialize as if summoned. But they were probably on the far side of the valley, exploring and getting to know its every inch. Towhee tried to ignore the horrible FOMO that hit her right then.

Yeah, well, my husband, she said, wrinkling her nose in obvious distaste for that term, then laughing, and youngest two. I think my brother might follow me here but he wanted to tie up some loose ends. Other Redhawks may pop by, though I think we’re it for now. Towhee paused before offering, If you want, we could try calling for them, if you’d like to do some proper introductions?