Redhawk Caldera Feel familiar, I'm never alone

a heart that never closed. a heart that never protected itself. what she had sought in reyes she had found in bronco, but before both of them she had loved a dead woman who took part of the raven's spirit to her grave.
and as teya circled this truth, almost with a compulsion, as she clung to bridget and softly cried and felt that her life had always been full of rain.
no words, only a slow calming, breaths taken and exhaled with her crown pillowed against bridget's shoulder.