Sun Mote Copse Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society…

He looked a little nervous. Towhee had some slight reservations—she’d only just met him, could she really trust her baby with him?—but she reminded herself that he was Reyson’s and Meadow’s son. He was a stand-up citizen, with a clearly genuine interest in care-taking. Besides, she would only be gone a quarter of an hour.

-“Thanks, Rhonen. Back soon.”-

She trundled away from The Taigh, her feet getting muddy in the wet soil. She didn’t really need to use the little girls’ room, she just enjoyed a break every now and again. Anyway, this was more about giving Rhonen a chance to integrate with the residents of the copse. Probably Bushtit would sleep the entire time.

Indeed, when she returned exactly thirteen minutes later, the bairn hadn’t moved at all. Thankfully, the air had cleared of his stench too. Towhee gazed at him for a moment, then caught Rhonen’s eye and reached out to give him a fist bump.