Kintla Flatlands a tender history in rust

It broke Junior's heart a little when both of her sisters declined, even though their reasons were as valid as they came. Neither one of them lingered and she simply gazed after them as they headed back to the plateau. A piece of her heart went with each of them. She actually considered running after him and changing her mind, yet her father's stern face floated in her mind's eye and Junior stood there like a statue.

Dante's words made her rethink her decision briefly too, though she crushed the thought like a cigarette butt beneath her boot. "Thanks, Dante. This... isn't easy. But I'm doing what's right for me." Her eyes stared vaguely over his shining silver shoulder, as if she was talking as much to herself as to Dante. Her gaze then refocused and sharpened, lingering on his for a moment.

With nothing else but a parting woof, Junior turn on her heel and ran away, before the plateau's — and her family's — magnetic force field could draw her back into its clutches.