Sun Mote Copse Night on earth.

It's so good! I binged most of it last night.

She paused in a shaft of moonlight to scan the surrounding woods and decide on a direction. Perhaps it would be best to choose a destination first. She pondered a moment, then swung slightly to her left, heading toward the far eastern edge of the copse. Towhee could get a drink at the river, then maybe sit there a while. Although she couldn't hear the soothing rush of the water, she still enjoyed the atmosphere there.

Someone approached her at an angle and Towhee stiffened momentarily. It was Niamh and she was alone. The mercenary cocked her head, giving her a look that said, "What're you doing?" Noting the woman's sheepish expression, she padded toward her, looking around for any sign of Phox. But he wasn't here, despite the almost overwhelming scent lingering around the new Honoree like a heady cloud of sweetest perfume.

Selfishly, she was relieved. She could handle Niamh on her own, at least for a few minutes. "Why aren't you, like..." Towhee plopped to her haunches and made a crude gesture with her forelegs. "...with Phox?"