Storm Watch Butte A little party never killed nobody.

They explored along the foot of a soaring butte this morning, though Towhee’s mind wandered further than her feet. The lowlands reminded her of her days in Mereo, which made her think longingly of the stone hut she’d shared with Maxim and their kids. Fond memories of #1A soon led to a proper foray down memory lane, where she walked to the palazzo and chatted with Germanicus and Ruenna. Aquene and Kallik drifted in the background.

Bushtit’s face in her face made Towhee’s head rear back as she blinked. She collected herself, cleared her throat and tossed him a sheepish smile. Towhee looked around and realized they’d wandered just west of the rocky ramparts now. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized they were nearing the basin.

-You know how you love the Hobbit Hole? There’s another place I’d like to show you, whenever we’re done here,- Towhee signed. -Have I ever told you about Mereo? A couple of your older sisters spent time with me there, including the one who lives there now,- she said, pointing her muzzle toward the distant borders of Verapaz.

-No! What? Who?- Bushtit demanded, dancing on his pale toes. -Can we go there and see her?- he added before she could respond, glancing eagerly in that direction before his pleading eyes met hers.