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

jr gives a slow blink, brow furrowing as she watches towhee's ptero. dies is like sleeping but without ever waking up. -oh.- she kind of understands, she thinks.

it's a lot but through towhee's explination it is easier for her to wrap her mind around.

they talk of maxim then and jr feels her shoulders slump; gaze fixed on towhee's paws as her mother signs out her words. hurt or sleeping forever. neither of those are good things and fills towhee jr with a small blossom of what she will learn in time is dread.

-we look? ...for da?-