Golden Glade Shadowless.

Man, she'd really rambled, and she hadn't meant to let that last part slip out at all. Fortunately, Raven didn't say anything about it. Swallowing a sigh of relief over that and the Frosthawk's lack of ire, Towhee rolled her eyes, shook her head and returned her sister's smirk. They liked the world to think they were a sweet, motherly caregiver and a fierce, duty-bound mercenary, respectively, but they were both secretly dirty little coquettes.

-"Damn, there goes my plan to start up a slave trade,"- Towhee quipped. -"Thanks, Rave,"- she added much more sincerely before saying, -"While we're on the subject, I've been doing mercenary training with Fig and Fen. I know they're not quite out of the oven yet but when your kiddos get here, they're welcome to join us. Consider this an official offer to mentor any mini mercenaries, I guess."- Her lips twitched into a dorky smile.