Redhawk Caldera Two large gulps of free-range oxygen

"I will try - but I don't promise a set date," Osprey said. Far too many broken promises in the past to make one now. She had learned that it was not that easy to keep your word once it was given and she couldn't give any guarantees about her life tomorrow or in a week - anything could happen.

"We will have to try to improve that story after all," she gave him a light peck on his cheek. "It was nice seeing you and good luck with everything!" she wished him and then got to her feet, ready to go. It was quite dark and she would probably get back to the plateau by sunrise. She stopped, however, to hear, if her brother had anything to tell her, and after that she began her journey home.