Redhawk Caldera What if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?

Something had occurred to Fennec over the last few days. She'd taken to exploring the northeast, but the time alone left her a lot of time to think. The more she did, the more she came to realize how much bullshit this entire thing was.

She was afraid to face him. She'd been letting that fear control her for months because she didn't trust herself to deal with even hearing his fucking voice. Despite that, he hung around, a constant presence that seemed to drag her beneath the surface again and again.

Maybe space wasn't what she needed. Maybe she didn't need to avoid him, or hate him, or have him back. Maybe the thing she needed more than anything else was just closure. She needed to talk with him and move on, both for her own sake and for the sake of their son. She wanted to be able to say his name around Killdeer without feeling as if she'd fall apart.

It was long overdue. Fennec didn't hesitate as she finally approached the borders of Brecheliant and sent up a call for @Bronco. It was easier if she didn't think and instead put all of her focus into action. No chance to stop, no chance to second guess, and no chance to back out now.