Lake Rodney Where does a mind like yours wonder

It was hard, probably the hardest thing she’d ever dealt with in a lifetime of hardships. It was a depressing thought, though Tiuttuk reminded herself that life hadn’t been all bad. Especially those early days—when Sialuk and her siblings had still lived on the mount—had been wonderful.

Quail’s introduction was quickly followed by a question which earned a blink from Tiuttuk. She tilted her head upward, yellow eyes roving the dark skies for any sign of Wyvern’s silhouette. She didn’t see her, though she heard her soft wingbeats somewhere in the distance. Ah, there she was, flying overhead and vanishing into the darkness.

Just the one, she quipped dryly, gaze dropping back to Quail’s unlovely face. Her name is Wyvern. My GG says she’s a nightjar, Pie added, using the nickname Towhee had recently embraced. She came to me not long before the fall of Moonspear. Even though she didn’t live there long, it’s still sort of like having a piece of home with me. Wow, that’s cheesy, she acknowledged with a soft snort.

She wished Quail could get a glimpse of Wyvern up close. They both had strange faces, though the more she looked at the she-wolf’s, the more she realized it was just different, not necessarily ugly. Just like Wyvern’s. She wondered if she could summon the bird at will. Although she’d landed on Pie’s shoulder a few times now, the yearling had never asked it of her.

I can try to call her down if you’d like to meet her. I’m not sure she’ll cooperate, Treepie admitted, but I can try.