Britta and Diana spent every moment of that last, precious day with friends. Britta felt a prick in her chest when she realised she might never see them again. She debated telling them all the truth, but she wanted to leave on a good note.
That morning, they all ate breakfast together. Thom had been picked as a commander, Clyde had been highly commended as a swordsman. There were no hard feelings for those that got noticed and those who didn't.
"I wish that we knew for certain we could see each other again." Said Diana over her food.
Clyde nodded. "We could have a meeting place or something." He said, "And on our time off we can all meet by it."
Ed turned to Britta suddenly. "How about you use that pigeon of yours to carry messages?" he asked.
Britta whacked him on the arm as Quicksilver screeched angrily.
"Quicksilver is a falcon, and she will only carry messages if she wants to."
"That bird will do anything for you though." Said Neal.
"Within reason, and she might not see it that way. Maybe one day I'll get a message through though, we will see each other again when this is over."
Everyone nodded and Britta grinned, they would look to the ideal future while they could.
At odd moments in that day, Diana disappeared off with Ed. Britta only rolled her eyes each time that happened, but she knew the feeling. She was stuck between wanting to spend time with them all, or having those special moments with just a few of them.
Thom found her practicing a pattern dance that evening, creeping up behind her.
"You know there's a good chance I might never see you again, right?" He asked.
Britta nodded, finishing the dance crouched and barely panting.
"I know I will hate it if I don't clear this up, but Bren, what is your real name?"
Britta smiled at him, and raised an eye brow. She trusted Thom a lot.
Gesturing for his to follow, she led him to her and Diana's almost empty cabin. Grabbing out the dress she slipped it on and removed the shroud, stepping out from behind the door she had used to change. Shaking her hair free from its tie, she faced him, almost nervously.
"Hello, my name is Britta and as you can see, I am most certainly a girl." She smiled at him, and then quickly slipped her own clothes back on when she was out of sight.
He led her into the woods and then looked her over seriously.
"So how come you're here?" He asked.
"I suppose you didn't guess that part." Said Britta with a smile, explaining to him.
She remembered everything with a detached fondness. She laughed as she recounted how Mistress Core's mouth was so tightly bunched up all the time, and how the abbey was more holes than building. She felt so far away from her old life now she was here and had changed so much.
Afterwards Thom just stared at her.
"That's.... unusual." He said, slowly.
Britta rolled her eyes, "You think?" She asked.
Thom shrugged, "That's, really, brave." He said quietly.
"Because I'm a girl?" Britta asked.
"Well, because you've come such a long way and done so much, and yet if everyone knew, they'd never believe it." He said.
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Fantasy❝ no matter how far away from you i get, i will always remember you ❞ Britta and Diana have lived their whole life in Weatherston Abbey. It was not always a happy life, yet it was one they were happy to live. But the Mountain Men are coming and The...
