The Sunspire полагать

RO but open for single posts from @Bronte, @Bridget, @Ponyboy, & @Sundance, backdated to may 20th <3

this was the end. 
she had not gone back to brecheliant; she had remained behind in the sunspire. the ravenwing darkness and the broad belt of starlight had provided much for them to discuss as their travel came to a close.
she had not seen sundance since their parting in the sunspire, but if he wished to follow, then follow he could. and yet he knew perhaps now her heart belonged with the one who waited. if he joined them, it was to be a faerie in a court farflung, but her spirit could not silver with his own.
and it was in her eyes, this truth, glorious and painful, when she looked at bridget for a time she hoped was not last. if bronte meant to come with her, then with open arms she welcomed her daughter, her handsome son who might have followed at the last.
elsewise that last day was spent in contemplation, in play, in joy, and at last in the sorrow of parting.
she told them where to find the fjord. 
she lingered with bridget a moment longer, refusing to weep.
and then teya turned toward the glowing sun and did not allow herself a moment's look back, lest she crumble and return to ghosts, return to the heart from which she did not wish to flee.
happiness had its price, and hers scorched the corners of her soul.