Voice Texts From Iko, But it's a Sparrow Thread

"Yes - Hanako is my mother!" Makara confirmed. She still childishly missed the way Hanako had doted on them when they were smaller. Her mother seemed less interested in them now that they were big enough to look after themselves - in fact, she was sort of prone to wandering off. Maybe wanting to wander also ran in the family. An old friend of mine... Hanako had never mentioned this King figure before, and something tickled at the back of Makara's brain - curiosity. It was a fearsome thing and very itchy - worse than that, the itch was in your brain, so you couldn't scratch it unless you got the information you needed. Mak was about to open her mouth when Sparrow bestowed a different kernel of knowledge: The Rule of Goods. Makara grinned, a big old toothy thing that almost split her face in two. That sounded like the best life motto she'd heard so far - and better yet, it didn't sound quite so hard to abide by. "Alright, alright, yeah! The Rule of Goods! I like it!"

Before she could ask for more information, Sparrow handed her a few trinkets and turned to be on her way. Makara shifted from paw to paw, wanting to scamper after her and pepper her with more questions, but the feather before her shifted in the breeze and almost blew into the lava. Mak gasped and snatched at it, and by the time she'd secured it, Sparrow had disappeared from sight. "God kids?" she mouthed around the feather, her brow furrowed. Oh no! Those wrinkles King warned you about! Makara smoothed her expression and picked up the rock, then set off to find her father. He would know her mother's old friend, right?