Sun Mote Copse the fortune lady came along and walked beside,

Niamh felt validated, knowing that yet again, she and Towhee were on the same page. It hadn't come easy for Niamh to leave the Redhawks to begin with- knowing that it meant choosing a life away from Towhee...And even when Towhee had come to live with them, following the landslide, the copse had become a bit more like home- but some part of her still pined for the days when they lived on the Plateau, chasing partridges through the thicket, and being only a short jaunt away from the place where the land melted into the sea. Still; being a Redhawk wasn't only about location, but sentiment, and she felt that regardless of where they lived, they would still have that. 

When Towhee mentioned having a nap, it flipped a switch in Niamh's mind. While her default was generally moody, she was almost always either hungry or tired, or both- so when a nap was suggested, she was quick to comply. She slumped against Towhee, and muttering something incomprehensible but nevertheless an agreement, she slid to the ground, and used Towhee's forelegs as her own headrest, so that Towhee could use the thick, blonde fluff of her neck as a pillow.