Dawn Treader Valley while exploring this otherwise-impossible space
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Finally, she convinced Bushtit to put Verapaz in their rear view mirror for now to explore to the east. Towhee sort of hoped the distance would tamp down on her son’s preoccupation with Soto, though she genuinely wanted to see what was out there. They started just north of the golden lakes, then ventured up and over some dunes before skirting around a gulch to the north and winding up at the edge of a valley.

Hol’up, she shouted to her son as he ventured ahead. I need to take a break. My leg is fucking killing me, she said, not bothering to hide her pain from him anymore. You don’t have to sit with me, she said as Bushtit loped her way, but please don’t run off like you’ve been doing lately, okay? I’m a decrepit old lady, you can’t abandon me.

Bushtit rolled his eyes, then unleashed his trademark charming smile. He didn’t budge, stretching out beside her as Towhee rolled onto her hip to rest her bum leg. She found herself sinking to the ground, feeling utterly exhausted by what was just a standard day’s travel.

Well, that’s not reassuring, she muttered to herself as a chilly breeze swept the long grasses, bringing with it two strangely familiar scents: Towhee Jr and vomit.

Towhee sat up suddenly. Grunting, she hoisted herself onto all fours. She didn’t say anything to her son because she didn’t need to; she could see that he’d caught the scent too. He paced at her side as Towhee did her speediest shuffle further northward.

She spotted Ghost in the sky and ran toward the area directly beneath the hawk. It hadn’t been that long since she’d seen her doppelganger of a daughter, though the sight of her jarred the elder Towhee. She looked so much younger than her mother, who’d begun seeing more and more white hairs in her reflections these days.

Never minding that, Towhee quickly got over herself and signed, -What’s wrong? Are you sick?-

Meanwhile, Bushtit darted forward to throw his forelegs around his sister’s neck in a fierce hug.

-Signing.- | "Speaking." | -"Signing & speaking."- | "Mouthing (inaudible)." | Thoughts.
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RE: while exploring this otherwise-impossible space - by Towhee - January 12, 2025, 09:04 PM