Northstar Vale Makriá

Towhee pondered what he meant by “tenacious” even as she tossed her head skyward and called for @Maxim, @Leona and Jack Snipe. She hoped they were in earshot and might return the call, even if they were otherwise preoccupied. She would never know, though her orange eyes quickly dropped back to Arsenio, watching him for any cues.

While they waited, she motioned for him to follow her and took a step inside the cave. It wouldn’t be their permanent abode, though Towhee and her family had made the space quite cozy for their stay. Namely, the goatskin rug Reyson had gifted them was spread out on the floor, a barrier between their warm bodies and the chill of the earth and stone beneath.

Have you ever met Reyson? Towhee wondered, having mentioned his name once in the context of the lynx and elaborating now, He’s the Legatus in Mereo, at last check. He’s a pretty cool dude. He brought me this, not long after we fought the lynx. Look, I’m not a material girl but I live in a material world and this is probably my most prized possession, she all but purred as she stroked the supple skin.