Sun Mote Copse On the 858th day...

I talked to Batman but he never said anything back. I felt like he understood me but maybe not, Towhee said. Toward the end, he started biting me to get my attention, which is something X did too. But X and I communicated much more effectively, basically using a rudimentary version of Ptero.

Wraen’s attempt to explain the circumstances of this spectral visit prompted a thoughtful frown. Would she care if Wraen fed off her energy to become more and more herself? What if Towhee’s life force could make her old friend more corporeal? But that was a silly, stupid hope, Towhee realized quickly.

I should probably try to wake up, for a couple of reasons, she mused aloud, including preserving my mental state. But a much bigger part of me wants to savor this, especially in case it never happens again. And I do hope I remember it, even vaguely, like most dreams…

So she would enjoy the present, especially since it was a bit bittersweet to dwell in the past. Towhee supposed there was always the future. Wraen didn’t have one, so to speak, but as the Redhawk sat there ponderously for several moments—hopefully Wraen wouldn’t mind her thoughtful silence—a strange idea floated through her purportedly sleeping mind.

Do you think you could reincarnate? Like, come back as a newborn pup? Towhee wondered, eyes widening a little at the sheer absurdity of the idea. But it was fun to think about, right? What if you came back as my kid? That would be pretty wild. Although I’m not sure I’ll have any more, to tell you the truth…