Storm Watch Butte A little party never killed nobody.

Fiamma’s words made Towhee’s eyes burn with hope, then disappointment. Tierra wasn’t here. She hadn’t been here in some time. Worry threaded through her, though she told herself her daughter was singularly good at looking out for herself. Still… where had she gone? Especially after her reluctance to leave the last time?

No other details were forthcoming, so Towhee assumed these two wouldn’t have many answers. Her eyes swept back and forth as they exchanged words, wondering what exactly Soto was saying. But her patience quickly thinned and she decided not to bother.

Thanks for the intel. We’re gonna go look for her, Towhee said as she nudged her son awake. I’m sure she’s fine. Everyone in these parts just has itchy feet, she added, wondering if the euphemism would get lost in translation.

If Bushtit had any protests, Towhee didn’t notice. Soon the two of them were making to shuffle elsewhere, though she didn’t think they’d dedicate much time to locating his sister. They’d keep an eye out but, like all of Towhee’s children, she didn’t doubt they’d simply stumble into one another again at some point.