Luneshale Pass No one will ever

He’d heard of the north in passing. If memory served, it was a place of colder climes and snow. Bushtit shuddered, distaste flashing across his boyish features. He hated the cold. While the rest of the world seemed to find snow magical, he thought it was bullshit.

He blinked loudly when Leto told him her mother had urged her to disperse. Cannot relate, Bushtit’s inner voice quipped. His stomach clenched as the guilt ate at him. Their mothers did have something in common though: prolificness.

I have a lot of older siblings too, he shared, forgetting to sign momentarily before catching himself. -“I’ve only met a few of them. I think I’m her last. Anyway, to answer your question, I don’t really come from anywhere. My mom took me traveling as soon as I could walk. Actually, I think she carried me places even before that. But, yeah.”-

Bushtit paused, reflecting on dim memories of being bundled in a makeshift swaddle and toted places. Towhee hadn’t really talked to him much about those early days, though he made a note to ask her about them when he saw her next. He swallowed and shoved that thought aside quickly.

-“Why Verapaz?”- he asked Leto before sharing, -“We’re here because Soto’s my dad. I—we—both wanted to get to know him a bit better, which has been a little tough considering we don’t speak the same language,”- Bushtit said with a chuckle. -“Hey, do you speak any Spanish? Maybe we can teach each other.”-