Northstar Vale Steampunk dogfight.

Damn, seemed like the only appropriate thing to say, though she did think to add, I mean, it’s great to raise your kids to be self-sufficient and prepare yourself for them to disperse, of course. But you’re supposed to secretly hope they stay with you forever, Towhee muttered.

Of course, she was preaching to the choir. It made her even more thankful for Maxim and how well they vibed. What if he’d taken after his dad and insisted their kids fuck off at a certain age? Her whole being recoiled at the mere thought. She had come a long way since her early days of motherhood and knew when to let go. But Towhee would never be the type to push her children from the nest, even if she would always be the wind beneath their wings if they did decide to spread them.

I’m really glad we’re on the same page about this stuff, she voiced her thoughts aloud. So, exactly how old were you when you first went off on your own? And what did you hope to find when you left the place you were born?