Northstar Vale artificer

Towhee couldn’t hear the volume of Zosime’s cry, though she could definitely see the emphasis of it. She laughed, which sent her into a coughing fit. It was actually one of the worst she’d experienced. Was this karma? Maybe it served her right. By the time she caught her breath, there were tears pricking in her eyes.

-I really need to get back to bed. I hope you liked my story,- she signed cheekily.

Zosime was a diligent pupil at her Ptero lessons, so Towhee thought she should understand most of that. She hoped so, because she had an inkling that if she tried to talk, it would aggravate her throat. She needed to fetch a drink in the spring beside her, then go lie down.