Redhawk Caldera Event horizon.

Redhawk!

She wondered if she should know this face then. Although Towhee was the first name the older woman held. It should be no surprise that others of their kind donned animal names when living in such lively places. Yet some part of it allowed Trailhawk her own moment of...melancholy, yearning even. She was not exactly a believer of fates but she could not deny the shift of her emotions in learning these things.

Between lightning and thunder, she was afforded these small moments of thinking and feeling.

Passing through. She confided in the other woman when she could return her full focus to her once more. Maybe live near soon. It was a bit of a girlish admission that she felt she had made. Blame it on the earlier yearning.

What is Redhawk home like?