Redhawk Caldera t e n e t

that's fair, he replied, though he couldn't help his face dimming a bit. still, he remained positive at he looked as his daughter—his longlost daughter—and thought about what he was going to tell tytonidae.

and when. and how.

haaye, bhagwan.

his eyelids were drooping. i think i might rest some more, beti, he admitted, stifling a yawn. with age came compounded exhaustion. be well. . .ani.

shenanigans. silktail. . .

shararat. the name came to him on the edge of slumber.