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Side by side with her mother, underneath the stretching night sky, dotted with endless stars, Bronte gazed up in wonder. A deep quiet had settled around them. Weighted with the sense of both unrest and finality. A blonde ear moved to receive her mothers voice. She did not want to stay at Brecheliant. Or come back, if ever. Such a subject being brought up didn't strike her. It had happened, once before.

Still, Bronte let her head and eyes lower towards the ground in deep contemplation. Silent. She understood why Teya wanted to sever all ties from this place. Their immediate inner circle was broken. Boris was out there, lost somewhere. Ponyboy had gone and returned, but she questioned his tether to his home. Bronco would never return, though his spirit carried with her, always.

She wrestled with her words. "I will go with you. Be by your side, always." There was more of the world out there to see. She knew that much. And she couldn't bear the thought of separating completely from Teya. What if something happened to her? She had to be there, so they could look after one another. Her mother had lost so, so much. Bronte would not be her final loss. "What of Ponyboy? Will he come?"