Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

Lyric insisted he wasn’t interested in picking fights. Towhee probably should’ve been happy to hear that, though she gave him a bit of a hairy eyeball. Then he asked about her first fight, her expression morphing into one of amusement.

My first battle? Do you think I can remember back that far? she scoffed playfully. A touch more seriously, she motioned at him and said, Mm, let me think about it while we get this patrol underway. When you get to be my age, you have so many damn memories, you kinda have to dig through them. It takes time, sometimes.

She began striding along the caldera’s base, face turned toward her great grandson to catch anything he had to say. In the meantime, Towhee asked herself, Was the war with the Blackfeathers technically my first battle? Or did I have any combat experience before that? Hell if I can remember… damn…