Moonspear monday? no thanks.

Last post from Bronte!

The adults seemed to have everything handled. Details of Anathema were exchanged, as was the immediate necessity to begin the lengthy process of mending Acrux. As he was prepared to be ushered away, Bronte's eyes lingered. Apologetic. Regretful. 

Harder, as Maggak responded to her defense. That glare was not directed at her. It was towards Anathema and what she had done. "I do." She replied in a stiff voice of barely contained, growing resentment of her. "I thought I knew her, but I was so wrong." Now she tried to soften her façade, tried to welcome Maggak close. "She has lost that privilege of my friendship. Of my trust, and that of Brecheliant's. Trust me when I say, when I find her, she will face justice." 

"I have a brother too. I would be crushed if anything were ever to happen to him. Your family...they did not deserve this." She took a step back, away from the group. "When Brecheliant finds her, we will send word." Her eyes lingered on them all in a silent promise. Turning, she began to head a little ways back down the mountain, where she would wait for Alaric.