Redhawk Caldera shake that bagpipe

Frolic arched an eyebrow when Sylvie tried to explain, her expression reading, Cannot relate! Then the conversation took a more interesting turn. The child’s mouth opened to declare a confident “nope!” when realization struck.

Yeah! I met Winterhawk! she exclaimed, leading to yet another paroxysmal cough.

While the hacking coughs wracked her small body, it sank in that Sylvia hadn’t been out adventuring. Perhaps Frolic should’ve been more interested in their extended family but, truth be told, she wasn’t. She knew enough Blackthorns already.

Ceridwen’s gonna take me scouting soon, Frolic said once she recovered enough breath, but I wanna go all by myself someday!

And this time, she punctuated the declaration with not one, not two, but three rapidfire sneezes.