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

Her last remark brought true laughter from him, and he nudged her with his shoulder, gently but jovially. Nah, they're just grumpy, Killdeer said, grinning. You can't be too nice. I don't think anybody is really nice enough, actually.

Except for her. She was very, truly nice.

He let out a small, contented sigh, looking over the caldera's lake. The sun was falling lower; evening would soon be here, and then night.

I'm glad you're the way you are, he admitted, glancing at her. Thanks for listening to me rant, 'Mal.