Redhawk Caldera wind in the willows

Dove made a little gesture as if she were trying to cover her own ears - but then Fox moved on, beyond that little anecdotal comment about being nauseated all the time, and focused on what the pale girl really wanted to hear. The tale was pretty quick, and through it all Dove's attention was solely upon her sibling; with the occasional widening of her eyes or half-muttered really - which became a gasp of holy shit as Fox reached the point about Peregrine leaving his former wife. It sounded so melodramatic even with Fox's calm manner in telling it.

By the end it felt as if she had been witness to some kind of fairy tale, or a romance novel.

And then you hunkered down, got yourself loaded up with babies and... I found you! Dove appended, squeezing herself in to the story at the tail end. It was sort of incredible that Fox had been through so much. Good thing too. Imagine having to raise all those little squibs on your own - I mean, not totally alone, since you have him, but without family. Dove's head shook softly, as if this concept was the most heinous of them all. I wonder how many of them will look like Peregrine! We'll have to name them Thing One and Thing Two just because they'll be so similar.