Sun Mote Copse pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.

Apparently, Clover had missed more than Fin recalled. It all seemed to trickle back into her brain the moment her daughter had asked the question. There was so much she didn't know. Wildfire, Colt, Kiwi. Clover and Kiwi had been friends. How was she going to tell her that her friend was responsible for her uncle's death?

Fin had faltered in her step and in her speech, but fortunately, Wraen chose just that moment to appear. She smiled as the leader approached them, though her mind wandered back to her current debacle as they spoke. After a moment, she heaved a gentle sigh. There was nothing for it, though she would wait for a break in the conversation before she brought it down.