Phoenix Maplewood transparent soul

She beamed at his acceptance, even while wincing at the description of his injury. After all was said, Blueberry nodded. She didn't really have much input into where they went. She wasn't sure where she even wanted to go. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Bronco.

Maybe we'll find a healer on the way, she said, frowning at his nose. It'll be nice to see the ocean again. Maybe—

Blueberry abruptly cut that thought short. It didn't do any good to pine over Vesper. Not anymore.

If her sister had wanted to see her again, she'd have been back by now. She was gone. Just like her parents, and Peregrine, and Prevost. She was gone, and Bronco was all Blueberry had.