Northstar Vale And they’ll sew feathеrs in my spine.

there's a lot of words thrown at her, and towhee jr does her best to attempt to decipher the ptero her older mirrored image signed to her.

yes. nest. wraen. gone.

that words sticks unpleasantly in jr's throat; a stone in her stomach.

-gone?- she signs back, struggling to process the big emotions that single word fills her with.

her gaze watches the following gestures of towhee's words, not quite able to grasp the concept of death and unable to feel the connection to wraen and leona as she maybe should have, not being able to understand.

so, jr focuses on what she does know. on what is bothering her.

a heavy sigh pushes past jr's lips. -da gone?- she signs, mimicking the gestures her mother had made; letting towhee know that maxim's continued absence has not escape jr's perception. -da come back?-