[locked and backdated] and all my bridges burned

[branbach]

Not for the first time in his life, Bran woke up to the fading sound of music--delicate and silvery, insistent, beckoning, filled and filling with profound, sorrowful longing.  The first time he remembered hearing it he was twelve, standing on top of a mountain with Will and the Drews, and had felt, inexplicably, as if something very important had

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[abbysciuto]

Abby hadn't been going anywhere in particular. She was really just searching for more mint since she was using up her available supplies fairly quickly.

When she saw Bran collapse to the ground, she immediately went over and dropped down next to him and gathered him into her arms.

[abbysciuto]

"It sucks. The island is a bastardy bastardy creature," she says fervently, glaring at an unoffensive tree for what the island is doing to Bran.

[branbach]

The tree knows it's in trouble. It has a sword sticking out of it. It would point out that none of this is its fault, but it's a tree, it doesn't talk much.

"I don't know what to do," Bran admits quietly.

[abbysciuto]

"And I don't know what to tell you," she admits equally quietly.

[branbach]

And there's the problem, of course. Bran sighs and rests his chin on his arms, blinking back the sting, and falls into silence.

[abbysciuto]

Abby squeezes him and is silent too. There are no words to make this better, not even silly ones.