Sun Mote Copse Elddansurin.

She wasn't sure what she expected to come out of this conversation, though Towhee felt relieved about finally unloading this on someone. And even what with her lack of expectation, Finley managed to surprise her with an upbeat take on the matter. Towhee had long since come to terms with being barren, though her godmother offered a fresh perspective. For the first time since discovering her evident lack of fertility, Towhee actually felt hopeful. Maybe Finley was right and she shouldn't base her beliefs or hopes on a single breeding season.

And that was telling: she hoped Finley was right. Towhee had never endeavored to be a mother and hadn't thought it possible either. But now she realized she might want that chance for herself. She'd proved herself capable of raising young and there was a part of her that wanted to maybe do it again someday. Her insides felt strangely buoyant as she considered this, turning the possibility over and over in her head.

-"Never say never and expect the unexpected, got it,"- she quipped after a long, thoughtful beat. A smile teased about her mouth, only to twitch into a frown when a big, fat raindrop suddenly splattered right between her eyes. The storm that had been brewing overhead was finally about to unleash itself on the world below, it seemed.

-"I should be on my way. This was a really good talk. Thank you,"- Towhee said, ignoring the increasing pattering of rainfall as she reached out to slide her muzzle along Finley's.