Redhawk Caldera Azurite

Her ears flicked when Wraen offered sincere condolences. Towhee felt her breath hitch for a moment. She wondered if this meant she, Maia and Arcturus would reconsider living at the caldera. She supposed it was too late for that. They seemed pretty well established in the fen now. But what Towhee wouldn't give, at that moment, to have them all closer at hand right now. She would trade Niamh for Wraen in a heartbeat at the moment, a decidedly mean-spirited thought.

She didn't voice it, naturally, especially because a pragmatic part of Towhee's brain pointed out that Wraen had also upended her life and forced her unhappily into a corner before. In time, she supposed she would forgive Niamh just like she had Wraen. Towhee bit back a sigh, wondering how long that might take. She wanted it all to be water under the bridge someday, though that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Towhee forced herself to focus on answering Wraen's query. Despite the itch in her feet, she motioned for her friend to stop, pausing herself as if it took all her energy to harness her thoughts. "He and Niamh got into a fight. Don't ask me what it was about, I don't know. I was too busy losing and burying my babies." Rather than sadness, the emotion that flashed through her was pure fury. She breathed through it before continuing. "He broke her leg, so Phox threw him out. Along with all my goddamn hopes and dreams."

She pressed her eyes closed as another wave of anger washed through her. When she reopened them, she concluded, "I don't blame him for that but I'm... Wraen, I'm livid." Towhee didn't mean to share the next part out loud but, unable to burden Phox with it, she found herself confiding, "I'm so fucking beside myself, I don't know what I'd do if I saw either of them right now. Reyes or Niamh." Although it was quite likely she would never see the former again.