Sawtooth Spire there's nothing like a sunset skyline to let you know you're almost home

She didn't quite buy it. Everyone was from somewhere. But she acquiesced anyway, having no heart to fight it. At least the young woman was beginning to warm up; her companion remained quite stilted. And they were. . .they were—

"What is she doing? Why was she making those movements?"

"Tawging."

Maegi froze abruptly in place, blood going cold as her mind brought her back to the tunnel and the strange dialogue between Mou and the Redhawk girl. She hadn't seen anything like it before, nor had she since. Until now. Her eyes lingered upon their fleeting gestures for a moment before returning to their faces, flickering back and forth.

Maegi, she responded coolly, from Diaspora. It's just down the mountain. Could she warn Mou in time? It might just be a coincidence, but it wasn't a risk she was willing to take. While Mahler was tending to the girl, she could slip away. . .

She dipped her muzzle in reply to Tristan's thanks, a wordless acceptance. Wordless because she was, in fact, speechless, the wheels of her mind moving overtime. What to do, what to do?!