Firefly Glen Return service requested.

It took her a couple seconds to place the name, which was funny considering he was family. To be fair to Towhee, she couldn’t even keep track of all the Redhawks, much less the Blackthorns. In any case, she did cobble up a mental image of his face, though she honestly couldn’t remember a whole lot about him otherwise. Oops.

Honestly, it didn’t sound promising, though Towhee was looking at the situation through a very jaded lens at this point. She didn’t have to tell Fennec to be careful and guard her heart. Towhee honestly couldn’t decide if she was happy her daughter was still open to the idea, like her dad, or if she thought their optimism was a little bit insane. Masochistic, indeed.

I hope it works out for you, Towhee said, which I’m aware is kind of a lame thing to say. But I hope you give me a pass because I’m definitely not in the right mindset to be dispensing relationship advice. My current take would be ‘fuck that shit to hell and back,’ for example.

Towhee rolled her shoulders and cleared her throat, gazing off into the distance in the direction of Bramblepoint. Being here with Fen triggered some sort of dim memory, though it was way too old for her to parse. It had something to do with gardening, though, she was pretty sure. That made her think of another of their more recent conversations.

Have you started a new garden on the mountain? Towhee asked, frowning thoughtfully even as the words left her mouth. Can you garden on a mountain…?