Redhawk Caldera friends break up, friends get married

Some names were familiar, others - did not ring the bell. For a while Dwin had been very good at keeping track of their family tree. But the gods had graced these two grand families not only with complex, polarizing character traits, but fertility too. She had lost count of the number of Blackthorn kids that the men of this family had sired. And some of the women were even better, having taking the last and final step in emancipation by choosing the best looking baby-daddies, mating freely and them kicking them out back in the world. Not that this was necessarily true, but Dwin liked this version of the family history better than the idea that anyone would ever want to abandon someone as amazing and unique as a Blackthorn/Redleaf woman. 

"Maybe they did, but not in the era that I remember," Dwin shrugged, giving an impression that the only era that truly mattered was the one, which began with her coming into this world. "Mom may know more about them - surely. I may be wrong, but she may have lived with Liffey and Rannoch for a while? Or was it Finley and Elwood? Damn them, giving similarly sounding names," she rolled her eyes and smiled at Sylvie sincerely. "What are they like? Do they have an awful lot of children there as we do here?"