Heron Lake Plateau If we pass in the night then just hand me a light

"Sure, we'll go with that," Fin replied as she panted to catch her breath. She had no desire to explain what had actually happened to put her in such disarray, and besides, Colt's melancholy disposition was distracting her attention soon enough. She listened as he spoke, frowning at him more and more as he continued. She could tell her brother was hurting in spite of his smiles and the casualness of his tone. She could also tell that he had made up his mind, in spite of the whole thing sounding like a load of crap to her.

"Why?" she asked bluntly, without anger. She knew perfectly well (and suspected he did too) that Quixote would overrule Niamh's dismissal in a second, so that was a moot point. All she could think was that he and Niamh had called it quits, but over what? An argument? Was that seriously all it took to make her brother run for the hills? Unless it was Niamh's call to end it, which... Fin could see that. She knew a little something about what it was to be young, immature and incredibly stupid. Still, that didn't make it sensible for Colt to return to the Vale.