Silverlight Terrace let death come

towhee, well versed in reading body language, is able to discern the question she reads upon the other woman's mannerisms and facial expression. it lingers heavy upon jr's shoulders in a way that gives her pause and consider what she hadn't before: if anyone else was as upset that ariadne had abandoned them as she was.

irregardless, towhee stews in it all the same.

she draws in a deep breath and lets it out in a deeper, heavier sigh.

she is not confident that this woman knows ptero, despite being apart of moonsong, but still towhee tries: -i am upset with ariadne.- she signs in ptero, golden gaze watching the other woman's expressions for understanding.