Duck Lake you won't see me fall apart

last post from me!

Vega seemed keen on leaving them and passively he was willing to let her go. His gaze followed her as she moved to and did depart them. By then he was certain he had pinpointed the change in her demeanor and could not blame her — it had not been either of their places to query what drew her out. Not when it was bound to be a one-sided conversation, at least from Mordecai's end. He had no desire to explain why they had come out there. What was done, was done, and as such deserved to stay buried in the past.

While another companion to travel with would have been nice, they did have an end destination in mind. A plan full of opaque certainties, even. He brought his gaze to look on Harlyn, and did not imagine that they were far off. Besides Luke, she was the only one who really had the idea of where they were going. At best, he had a shaky concept of what the terrain ahead had in store for them, as the last time he had come through that specific expanse of region was nothing more than a one-way trip.

"Guess we should meet back up with the others," he decided.