Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

Fennec still held a good deal of affection for the glen, but she found it no longer held the same wonder it had before everything had happened.  Fennec had thought that running away would help her to find her independence, but she hadn't anticipated what that would mean.  Now that she knew what it was like to live without a safety net of family to fall into, her appetite for it was curbed entirely.  The glen was beautiful, but it wasn't home.

She was betting the chances of Bronco coming back to the Caldera with her were pretty damn low at this point.  This place was a mess, and it was home still to both him and Meerkat.  She felt a little guilty hanging out as long as she had (another new feeling, thanks newfound responsibility) but she wasn't willing to just bail on Bronco while he worked through picking up some of what was broken here.  Eljay had things handled back home, no doubt.

So.  What, then?  

Things were simpler when she'd just done what she wanted.  But apparently, taking into consideration what others needed meant she no longer knew what it was she did want.  This wasn't a problem that she was used to having at all, and it contributed to her couple of trips away to the Bramblepoint to think.  She hadn't stayed long either time, but surrounded by only the company of the ravens, she felt like the pressure eased a little.

Fennec was idly chewing over this question, pacing the southeastern border, when Bronco's call met her ears.  She turned and cocked her head, trying to triangulate to a region.  He didn't sound far off, and by the time she'd gotten near, she recognized the area well enough to know exactly where he was.  She felt a mixture of emotions, mostly apprehensive, as she walked up the very familiar path towards the ledge where she'd dug out the cave.  She'd given this place away, put it out of sight and out of mind, and she wasn't sure she wanted to get into all this right now.  Why'd he want to meet here?

She stopped a distance away from where she knew the entrance to be.  More trouble for me to get you out of?  She asked, smirking, but stopping where she was.  There were a number of reasons this place made her uncomfortable; she'd made it a gift to Leta, who now would never get to use it either.  Maybe dens dug by witches weren't meant to be shared.