Firefly Glen These never-ending worries pulling on my sleeves

She was here to help them and did so, but she made the trip between as well, returning home to see to those there and to check in. Bridget rarely dropped the smile that graced her features, but there was a seriousness behind it that had been hard to shake the more her responsibilities mounted.

There were more than a few faces she loved counting on her to keep them grounded as best she could. She would never complain, but as she made her way back towards Brecheliant again, she paused in a nearby break with the trees. A snowflake melted on the end of her muzzle.

The sun had just settled behind the horizon and the sky was darkening quickly. She wasn’t ready to go home just yet and assume the mantle of caretaker. With a long breath out, Bridget tried to shed some of the weight, momentarily letting it slide to the back of her thoughts as snow began to fall around her. Then the medic began to chase the drifting snowflakes, jumping to snap them out of the air as the rest settled on her fur and began to paint the world in white.