Bramblepoint dry eyes, it's no surprise

he learned from towhee. this does not necessarily surprise her, but it does not soothe the entirety of her prickly nature, either.

-towhee's my name,- she tells bronco, a small smirk tugging at the edges of her lips. -towhee jr. towhee, the og is my mother.- she explains, though she felt like perhaps it was unwarranted given that she was as if someone had printed out a copy of her mother.

-where are you from, bronco?- she signs, the motions coming out a bit more demanding than one so young should have any right to be. but she was wholly and stubbornly unapologetic for it.