Lost Creek Hollow hold it everybody, apple down.

Liffey nodded, understanding. She didn't think of anyone's children but her own, of course, but she didn't really need to. Her own were enough of a handful that she understood the scope of what a lot to help with meant well enough to be getting on with.

"Raven would teach you too," Liffey said confidently, noting his lack thereof. It became apparent to her then that he must not be all too close with his siblings on the Plateau. Which she supposed made some sense. He had been absent more often than she had when they were younger.

Seeing no reason to pursue the topic further, Liffey looked skyward and found the constellation she and her mate had chosen for their daughters again. "The other night, Rannoch and I decided to pick out shapes in the stars and name them for our kids, so they each have their own constellation. We chose a rabbit for Deshyr, a stag for Breccan, and two birds joined at the wingtip for Remi and Wisp. Just there," she indicated with a gesture that I'm going to pretend was somehow sufficient for helping Gannet find them.