Northstar Vale My rusty wings are weak and tired, oh.

She seemed to take in the information (or toss it out entirely, Phox couldn't be sure), and she was done with her self-described "pity party." For now, it seemed like she was content to at least stay here for a little while longer. For that, he was thankful. It would be better for the kids to remain here, he thought, and it would definitely be better for him. While he had gotten pretty good moving at seventy-five percent his normal capacity, the prospect of moving wasn't a delightful one for him.

-Nothing solid,- he reported, -but there was a really funny girl stuck in the snow the other day. I think you'd like her. Met somebody else who called me a fart—which, to be fair, isn't that far off. Not trying to dive into anything serious, y'know? Just keeping things casual.- For now, that was all he wanted. If something blossomed, great; if it didn't, he'd always have Towhee & co.