Moonspear not all tears are an evil.

Uh, yeah? Do you not consider yourself hip to the lingo, Figment? Towhee teased, reveling in this moment of easy affection between herself and her eldest son. You should, she added more seriously in the next breath, I think you’d be a good influence on him. I ought to get to know him better too. We could always track him down together, you know, surround him and force him to tell us all about himself…

Towhee chuckled, the noise trailing off as she glanced out over the meadow that served as Moonspear’s rendezvous site. She could see Phox and the littles off in the distance, still playing closer to the peak. Eventually, her gaze drifted back to Fig, a small and slightly melancholy smile tugging at her lips.

Once you kiss and make up with Fen, what comes next for you, Fig? Towhee asked.