Hoshor Plains The river sang and we wept in cerulean tears.

Tamar didn’t make her wait. She arrived looking as wrung out as Towhee felt, a small smile touching her lips but her eyes careful. Drawing in a breath, the Redhawk reached out to touch her snout to the younger woman’s pale shoulder. She then pulled back so they could see one another’s faces.

Phox gave me your message. I knew it was a big ask. I understand, Towhee said, hoping Tamar would understand her own decision. If you change your mind, you can find me on Moonspear. Phox, Sable and Jr will be staying there with me.

Here, she glanced over at Jack. A lump formed in her throat. Towhee meant to explain that he intended to stay in the vale and why. He would be there if Maxim turned up again. He would get to stay near his dearly departed sister. He could be an envoy for the Redhawks and Galanises during this difficult transition. Instead, she choked up and shook her head. She trusted Jack could discuss it with Tamar later.

For now, Towhee ought to let the Morphe speak anyhow. Her orange eyes rested on that gentle, sweet face as she tried to swallow past the ache.