Cedar Sweep she wore her scars as best attire

the woman's approach is calm, her body betraying nothing to towhee but friendliness; but she is a stranger and there is a familiar prickle of uncertainty and her natural tendency towards hostility. she feels it at the nape of her neck as ghost takes up his perch there; claws digging sharply into her flesh.

it reminds her that there is no such hostility in the approaching stranger but a comfortableness that towhee herself could never muster.

though, the younger towhee cannot help but wonder if it is simply because she looks so very much like her namesake, brought to her attention by the stranger who's lips towhee reads.

though it is hard to forget her mother and her are mirrors of one another, she doesn't dwell upon the fact often. at least, not until it is brought to her attention.

-i am towhee junior.- she signs in ptero, naturally assuming ( right or wrong ) that any friend of her mother knows it.