Redhawk Caldera Azurite

Towhee prickled when Wraen dismissed their argument like it was all a silly notion to her. Maybe surnames didn't matter to her but they mattered a lot to both Towhee and Reyes. Her jaw clenched as she bit back the hot words that wanted to burst out of her mouth. Wraen was her advocate. She was only offering advice and the Sovereign could take it or leave it. On this particular subject, she would leave it.

Despite her own attempts to keep her tongue under control, a loud, "Oh FUCK no," ripped loose when Wraen suggested she might have to mother Reyes too. Towhee drew in a breath and said, "Maybe you're right and I need to have a talk with him. But it's gonna have to wait until I don't feel like murdering his fucking ass." She dearly hoped Wraen knew her well enough to know she wasn't cussing at her, she was just letting off steam.

Not for the first time, Towhee wondered where Reyes was right now and what condition he was in. How was she going to touch base, if that's what she decided to do? She wasn't going to leave the caldera and he wasn't welcome anywhere near it. Throw in the deafness card and it all seemed rather infeasible. It would be a lot easier to just write him off and move on with her life.

She sighed, more angrily than sadly. "I appreciate you taking the time to let me vent, Wraen. Do ears get sore?"