Redhawk Caldera Waayo waayo.

she shifted under towhee's assessing gaze, dread that she might be forced to talk about... everything... forming in the pit of her stomach. but her aunt didn't press her, easily shifting over to vesper's request for a yogurt lesson. she furrowed her brows as towhee spoke— she had become accustomed to her aunt's affectation in this brief conversation, but deciphering the movements she needed to make for yogurt was another matter.

the darkling did her best to mimic her aunts movements, appreciating the stretch in her shoulder blades as she reached forwards, then in all her limbs and joints as she rolled to her belly. it was the perfect way to loosen up after the spar with not-father. and it hurt— in a good, less punishing way than picking fights with wolverines— which provided the distraction she needed from her thoughts.