Honestly? She was red, and flew like a dream, and we already had a Nightbird, so fifteen-year-old me thought it totally fit.

[ Fifteen-year-old him. Like that wasn't only a short few years ago, like he wasn't still a few months off from being an adult. Sort of seems like a lifetime ago, though. ]

Found a big orange tabby once, pretty sure I was planning on naming it Red, too, if I ever got to keep it. I'm, uh, not the most original guy when it comes to stuff like that.

[ Sheepish. Dramatic artiste, Tim is not. ]