Redhawk Caldera pokeweed

Bridget hadn’t meant to run into Teya at the river, though she was hardly surprised to. Fishing, of course! Since her friend’s season had run, the medic had taken the past two days to search for mint in a few of her old sourcing grounds. She’d come up empty in all of them, and was frustrated to find that even her old patch in the fen was gone. Bridget thought it was a hardy enough herb to survive a few snows, but maybe the freezes had been too much. She’d check the Bramble woods tomorrow; right now she wanted a nap. As far as she knew, this spring wouldn’t bring any children to the caldera anyway. Perhaps she wouldn’t need it!

Bridget wasn’t sure how she felt about this. Mainly like it wasn’t a fact for her to feel any way about, one way or another.

Her self control had kept her restrained these past days, knowing she had no intention to even try and fill the hole Bronco left. It was beyond her rights or capability, even if she’d wanted to… and she didn’t. She didn’t want to be an escape, or a replacement, no matter how tempting. As she watched Teya deftly catch the fish and slam it to the bank, Bridget felt the echoing tendrils of the same desire she’d fought all week. It was easier to ignore now.

She’d been out late, but sleep could wait. Nice catch! she called out cheerfully, approaching the water. Do you ever wonder if they spread the word about us? Because if they do, they have to have a pretty cool name for you. She nodded towards the fish, smiling. Fish legends weren’t something she’d ever considered.