Neverwinter Forest Bullet train to Iowa.

Before she made it to the eastern edge of the pines, someone jumped out in front of her so suddenly that Towhee leaped backward, every single blade of fur on her body standing on end as a sharp snarl escaped her. When she recognized the young girl before her, she didn’t immediately relax. Instead, she clutched at her chest and stared at Dwin for a bit, before letting out a whoosh of air.

Don’t fucking do that, she scolded, then grumbled, I’m too old for that shit. I won’t be alive much longer if you give me a heart attack, Princess Twinkletits.

The nickname and the accompanying glimmer in her eye said everything: she wasn’t truly upset, just caught off guard. The tension soon ebbed from her body and she registered the excited look on the purported princess’s face. She was clearly quite happy to see Towhee, which warmed the Redhawk’s thumping heart.

Did you just call me a hag? Did you just call yourself a hag? I mean, you’re not wrong about me. But you’re more like a… Towhee flapped a paw. Teenybopper.