Redhawk Caldera a knot in the wood; the song of a thrush

Amalia wasn't often the uncomfy onw in conversations. It was usually the other way around. Not that it was always.


Amalia tilted an ear. Well Alaric, my brother he said they went the opposite way of us. So probably. He and I walked almost a year before we got here and him even longer. I got here before him.

She shifted and settled. Brown tipped plume stirring the frost on the ground.

I hope wherever they are that they are happy. Especially our dad. He is a difficult fellow, but he does love us.