Luneshale Pass you keep sayin' that i'm nothing like my father

bushtit confirmed what she already suspected; she nodded, casting it aside. it seemed that he and his mother wandered. 

perhaps, with luck, they would wander. . .far away from here.

he had questions for her, too, and she smiled in reply. it is a long story, fiamma remarked. i don't think you're old enough to understand. all i will say is that my life's path brought me here, to soto, and to soto i am loyal.

she cast a quick glance at the little sprout. in another universe, someone might tell her that a watched pot never boils. she could not will the thing to grow, no matter how much attention she lavished upon it.