Bramblepoint Will it ever stop

As she held him tightly for a moment, she marveled at how there was no awkwardness between them, no matter how much time stretched between visits. Towhee gave Rodyn a firm squeeze before pulling apart, orange eyes twinkling in the gloom. It was so easy to like him, to be around him.

I’m alright. I was traveling for a while, though I’ve hit the point where my age is slowing me down and I can’t pretend otherwise, she answered. I’m staying at the caldera with my grandson, Killdeer, and his lady, Amalia. Did he know them? They plan to revive it, so I’m supporting that effort.

She thought again of that hot summer day when she’d carried her newborn babe to Moontide’s borders, deperate for help. Rodyn had come. He hadn’t been able to provide nourishment, though he had been there for her. He hadn’t left her side when she’d hustled to Moonglow. Towhee remembered that much.

Bushtit’s doing really well these days. I raised him on the road, so I’ve passed the nomad’s baton to him. He checks in fairly often. She was afraid to ask if Roly and Payne did the same, so instead Towhee said, I’m sure Moonglow is treating you well—how’s Kukutux these days?—but you looked a little downtrodden when I came up on you just now. You sure you’re okay?