Redhawk Caldera Gremlinade

Frolic scoffed at her older sister’s rebuttal. She knew that traveling solo wouldn’t be without its trials and tribulations but she had no intentions of dying. She huffed a laugh, though a shadow passed behind her eyes as she peered at her little dugout.

But fighting over it is the only fair way to settle it, Frolic eventually complained good-naturedly. If you’re not going to throw me a party, at least don’t leave me hanging. Do you have any last words of wisdom for me before I go?

Her eyes sparkled as they caught Dwin’s, though there was an undercurrent of sincerity there. Her elder sister had dispersed herself, learning many hard lessons. Some Frolic could only figure out for herself. But surely Ceridwen had some pro-tips she could pack in her proverbial suitcase.