Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

The more she pressed, the more Reyes seemed to begin losing his cool too. Towhee's eyes narrowed further, though that made it patently difficult to follow what he was saying. He suggested they drop the subject, not without several petty retorts that had that same queer effect on her: hurt, rather than anger.

"Reyes," she found herself saying emphatically. "I want them to be Redhawk-Rivainis. I want to be a Redhawk-Rivaini. We are taking your name, so I honestly don't get the problem here." And she was certainly irritated by that, though mostly she felt wounded.

Abruptly, she began to laugh, only it was a humorless noise. "I wanted us to be official. I wanted us to be mates." Towhee still wanted those things, more than she'd really realized until she felt Reyes slipping away from her. It was just ironic how quickly this conversation had gone off the rails in a direction she never could've anticipated.