Sun Mote Copse On the 858th day...

When Wraen abruptly disappeared, Towhee’s heart sank. When she reappeared, her brain shut down for a moment. She could not compute, especially when her friend actually said the word “ghost.” Was that really what was happening here? Was she awake right now? Towhee decided she didn’t particularly want clarification on the matter.

Moving on, she shook her head at the sad look that stole over Wraen’s familiar features and replied, Sort of the opposite, actually. I spend all my days running after my babies and their babies. They’re spread all over the place these days, so I bounce from village—sorry, the Moonboys have me calling packs that—to village, visiting for a bit before moving onto the next one. Then rinse and repeat. It’s not a bad way of life, honestly. It’s pretty fulfilling.

In an everyday waking conversation, Towhee would ask Wraen how she was doing. But of course she couldn’t ask that. She supposed they could continue reminiscing. She took a moment to think of all the experiences they’d had together—and apart, only to tell one another after the fact—and a question floated to the top of her mind.

Wraen, now that it’s all said and done, what was your favorite memory from your entire life? Or did you have more than one?