Redhawk Caldera Light the fire, stir the cauldron.

Ah! And his story had come! Whipping his head back to look at Towhee, he shook his head. He did not know what anticlimatic was, but he wasn't so interested in the vocabulary right now.

Looking out across the prairie as Towhee had said, he thought he could see the trees she was talking about. His eyes weren't quite as good as an adults yet. Did you win? He asked, head turning back to his great grandmother.

Still so young, his mind was pretty fixed on the concept of winning and losing. The nuances in between weren't something that concerned him yet.