Moonspear SOFI needs a ladder.

She figured she was welcome, though it was still nice to get verbal confirmation. Sialuk didn’t mention any particulars about lodgings and neither did Towhee. They could sort out exactly where to stay later. Her eyes flicked to Killdeer, wondering if he might not insist they hang out at his ulaq, supposing he had one.

He and his lady are off globetrotting, she answered the Head Sage’s question, but we still want to visit. I’m a big fan of Rodyn and I wouldn’t mind catching up with some of the others there. Towhee’s lips pressed together and she hummed before adding, I want to hate the coast because it’s historically been bad news for my family—several of my kids avoid it entirely—but I do love the views there. Besides, I learned long ago not to hold grudges against landmarks.

She thought of Redhawk Caldera and even glanced off in that direction, idly wondering if Eljay had made his way back safely. How was Brecheliant doing? Perhaps Towhee ought to include them in her rounds, though for now, she tabled that idea and refocused on the conversation at hand.

I guess you know a little about that, she said, glancing along the mountain at the obvious scars on its flank before her eyes came to rest on Sialuk’s pale features again. Anyway, would it be alright if I caught a little nap here? Towhee motioned at the surrounding rendezvous site, then tipped her heard toward the kids. I’d ask you and Killer to keep an eye on my little turd but it looks like Pie’s got it covered.