Barrow Fields moonriser

I won’t, she insisted, feeling a flush of warmth under her skin.

It took her a moment to realize she was starting to feel a little defensive. Treepie took a few breaths, glad she’d already changed the subject even as she realized she’d repeated herself. Alaric didn’t bat an eyelash, offering up some additional information that had her brow furrowing.

Well, I’m glad you see her, at least. Would you care to look for her with me? I owe her an apology too, plus I just want to catch up. I would like, she continued, her pitch and tone indicating that she was thinking aloud, to spend the night with you both. Maybe we can catch up for a few hours, get some sleep, then fetch breakfast together in the morning.

Her eyes flicked to his face, wondering what he made of this agenda. Tiuttuk knew it wasn’t enough, nor was it all she intended to do to bridge this gap she knew she’d let span between the three of them.

And after that, let’s check in and visit every few days—once a week, at the very least, Pie suggested, scanning the dark field before pointing her nose inland.

Alaric had mentioned that Tiki didn’t much like the sea. Though part of Treepie hesitated to venture any further from it—and the grotto that had become the center of her universe—she forced herself to focus. It helped when Wyvern flapped by overhead with a soft screech, as if supporting the search. Her eagle eyes would be helpful out here in the dark.

Want to fade here? :)