Sun Mote Copse architect

The trees thinned until the craigh, overlooking the Cope’s eastern vita, came into view. There, her grandmother waited and Seal couldn’t help but imagine Towhee as the great guardian of the forest.

-“Hi Grandma,”- Seal said and signed as sat beside her elder.

A slight breeze carried an pleasant, earthy scent. -“Ah, it’s good tae be home with you all,”- she said whimsically.

A pause. -“My mom and da told me they’re planning a trip with Skip?”- she proded. Her brown eyes searched Towhee’s expression. Surely, this was why she called.