Moonspear All of the places we ever go

Bridget mentioned putting down roots, which Towhee definitely understood, though she couldn’t help but wonder why that hadn’t happened with Brecheliant. Then she said it was complicated. Now the Redhawk was more curious than ever, though she didn’t know if it was her place to ask for the gory details.

Which old friends? she wondered, guessing, Sialuk? Whether or not she was correct, Towhee said, Moonspear's fantastic. I spent a while here, earlier this year. My daughters have since moved on too but my granddaughter, Seal, is still here, for now, anyway. I bet she’d love you. She's actually studying healing, so maybe you could help teach her, if you wind up here.

Towhee might not plan to stay here herself, though no matter where she picked—if she did settle, which was still undecided in and of itself—she wouldn’t be far. Unless she went to Kvarsheim, she supposed. But that place had seemed pretty crowded the last time she’d been there. She knew Tauris had appreciated her visit but she had quite the support system there already, Fig included.

You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, she said, guiding her thoughts back to the conversation at hand, but if you want to talk about Brecheliant, I’m a weirdly good listener for someone who can’t hear at all. According to local legend, anyway.