Ocean's Breath Plateau This time, this place.

Phox didn’t say anything, evidently happy to place his fate in his sister’s hands. Quite possibly he was just trying to make it easier for her to talk to Rodyn; a one-on-one conversation was always a lot simpler than multi-directional one. Towhee shot Phox a smile while he worked out an itch, comfortably settling her entire focus on their new leader.

Duly noted, she replied to his reminder about Rolayne, and we’d love a tour. While we’re at it, you can let us know how best we can help out around here. Phox is a brilliant tracker. He knows a lot about the stars and stuff too. I’m a fairly masterful mercenary, though I prefer training others these days. And if anyone’s interested in learning a new language, we’re both pretty fluent in Ptero, our sign language.

They were both older—nearly seven!—but they still had a lot to offer, Towhee liked to think. Mostly wisdom, she supposed, to teach the younger generations. Although she didn’t mention it out loud, they of course had plenty of experience rearing children. She didn’t think she could swoop in here and “fix” Rolayne, though she was eager to get to know him better, offer him yet another maternal figure in his poor mother’s absence.