Redhawk Caldera she is fierce want, blazing ambition

towhee jr's not good at this — at offering comfort. it's become easier since becoming a mother but it still does not come easy for her. contemplation makes its home upon her expression when he admits to not having anyone.

she wants to counter that, that wasn't true.

but they were still strangers for the most part, getting to know one another.

-loneliness is a bitch,- she was familiar with that, too. she had tzar but her growing son needed her less and less as he neared young adulthood. soon, he would cease to need her all together and towhee jr knew she would need to let him go when that time came.

like her when she was his age, tzar was not meant to be held too tightly. it would suffocate him. dull that spark that both makes her proud and scares her.

-i wouldn't say you have no one.- towhee jr finally signs, small twitch of her lips given, weighed down by the gravity of the situation at hand.