Kintla Flatlands and never thought you'd wind up chasing me

starling was still stuck on shingle, though her eyes swept over mordecai if he asked if they lived in the salvajes. that was a place she was painfully reminded of often -- and a look of wounded confusion overtook her.

the salvajes had been her home, and she had not been ready to give it up. not even when an earthquake claimed nightingale and bounders fell on quail and siskin and beauregard were stolen in the night. she frowned.

"i lived in the salvajes." she said at length, surprised by the vehemence of her voice. she didn't outright hate this place, but it was not her childhood home and nothing would ever alter the desolation of that valley. "but yes, they did.. i don't remember my other grandparent's name.. but shingle does sound familiar. i know they were in winterheart forest."