Silvertip Mountain But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel

duty. it was something she knew of if Eastwood had a mind to share such a thing with her. it was constricting and suffocating. like a serpent wrapping its scales around one's neck. never could you try to free yourself without a struggle. she had attempted to flee her 'duty'. came to the Teekons for the hope of a fresh start. she gave a small nod, though she did not pry into the man's business. if he wanted to tell her, he would have.

"to be fair" she would carry on with a glint of amusement "they are not the best conversationalists. if they blame you for ignoring them, their claim is not valid." Heloise learned long ago that the stars did not provide answers. the sun did not either. the only way you could obtain them was going out into the world. between heaven and hell, a sort of seeking purgatory was this earth. whether Eastwood wanted his answers from them or just liked to learn, she had the hope he would find his own lot in life.

"where do you go next to learn?" was a sneaky way of asking where he was going to be going now. she had enjoyed his company, hoped to run into him again on the road. though it could be interpreted as her asking if he had a teacher. a mentor. some form of plan.