Redhawk Caldera Lost in the loneliness

It was with relief, that Ceridwen and Slyvie would be heading out, with pre-planned visits to the Moon packs anyways. The tension on Bronte's face eased slightly. Getting the word out would prove vital, but only if Anathema and Ponyboy could be found.

Even Alaric had contacts along the coast. She did not think much of the possibility until Ceridwen brought it up. He needed no more from them.

But before he left, Bronte stepped in front of him. "Look. I apologize if I haven't been exactly pleasant." Her voice was firm but not unkind. "This is a lot for me. Someone I thought I knew attacked one of your kids, then ran off with my own brother. I can't help but feel somewhat responsible, even if that isn't the truth."

She stepped aside, hoping the air was cleared between them. "Look after Acrux, 'kay? And maybe, if it is okay with you, I will pop in to see how he's doing?"