Northstar Vale artificer

If Towhee thought about it, she could probably come up with a dozen or more deeply frightening tales to tell Zosime, all of them true stories. However, she regarded the small Atoma, noting her excitement, and decided she was a bit too young to traumatize like that. There was absolutely merit to sharing cautionary tales to help young people learn, yet there was no reason Towhee needed to share anything too morbid.

An idea hit her. Knowing Towhee, she would probably still traumatize Zosime a little bit today, though hopefully approaching it from a comical angle would soften any grisly edges. She smirked to herself, reminiscing about a particular event where she had actually been in fear for her life…

A few years ago, I was living with my pack in a place called Sun Mote Copse. It was getting close to spring. I was having a hard time with some aches and pains after trying to fight a pig with some of my pack mates, Towhee said, pausing to think of Avery, Maia and Wraen. It did a number on us and escaped.

That wasn’t the main part of her story, though she stopped to see what Zosime thought so far. Did she have any questions? Did she think the pig was the scary villain of this story? Towhee grinned.