“Tempest? Bali? Finch?”
She felt almost as if she was summoning ghosts.
“Bravo. Tobias. Rota. Altair. Kara. Gale. Scott. Sif.”
A rollcall of phantoms. There was no one here.
All of the scents were so old. Practically gone.
Well, a few were fresher, so she guessed it was a start.
If she ran into that fleabag again, oh well. She wasn’t in the center of the meadow anymore, so he could go take a dump in a creek as far as she was concerned. He had no right, anyway. The simmering resentment was just enough to keep out the aching emptiness.
What was she even looking for?
She had come back all this way for nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. Wasn’t that how life worked?
Even worse, she could sense her heat coming.
She almost wanted to just lay down in the snow for a very long time. And just maybe never move again. Just…breathe, then fall asleep, and then never wake up. It sounded so peaceful.
But she was never the type to go out peacefully.
Aug 11, 2017 11:38 PM
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