Wheeling Gull Isle Life’s a beach.

luckily for towhee junior, she had been following her mother; otherwise the summons wouldn't went unknown unless someone from sweetharbor would've intercepted and passed it along.

as it was, sable came and junior fell into step beside her brother, dutifully stopping alongside him when they reached towhee.

silent as she always was, junior focuses her attention on the motion of her mother's paws; mentally translating the signing of ptero into words.

they could go back to moonspear, or stay. but there was a caveat: there was a chance that towhee would travel when sweetharbor no longer needed her help.

for a moment, junior stares blankly at her mother's paws when they go still; processing. a glimpse is spared to sable to find her brother looking to her. and she feels a weight, like the sky upon atlas' shoulders. her stomach drops, warring with the ugly emotions that boil to the surface.

she tries to understand but ... cannot.

she is angry, despite towhee's promise of visiting often.

she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a slow hiss, hoping it might help to ebb the smart. her temper was her worst enemy, but it is burning too hot in her veins for her to think logically. -what if you never return? like papa?- her true fear comes to light at that moment then: abandonment.

what little memories she had of maxim were all but gone. she knew he existed but could not recall anything about him.