Moonspear money on the dash

She knew Meerkat never would’ve shot down her idea out of hand, though it was still nice to know it didn’t come across as batshit insane. Towhee drew in a breath, trapping it in her chest, and felt that sense of peaceful resolution beating in her blood. She still wasn’t fully decided, though this felt like a solid step toward closing one chapter of her life and beginning another. Hell, maybe she was even finishing one book and starting its sequel.

Meerkat’s invitation scattered her musings like the pages of said novels in the bracing wind pressing down from the cold mountaintop. Towhee nodded and stood, bellyful of water sloshing a bit, bones and muscles groaning a little. But as soon as they were underway, the kinks worked themselves out. Though still tired, the thought of seeing her kids—and maybe a brighter future too—put a little wind in her sails.