A taut hiss sawed from Lucille's lips- It pained her to see her Grandma so...So<em>weak</em>. So old, all of a sudden; "I will, Grandma," she breathed, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes wet with half-hidden tears- The disc, such a small thing, had never seemed *so* heavy to her before, though she held it like the treasure it was.<br/><br/>"-I promise. The Sisterhood<em>will</em>endure..." She rose, rising to her feet with willowy grace, half-turning...Knowing that Gwenneth wouldn't want the younger witch to see her in her time of weakness. Lucille breathed out, slowly, firming her will- Her thoughts turning to the quest ahead...She<em>would</em>suceed. Nothing would get in her way.<br/><br/>The Gunner's Broom in her hand twitched, as if eager to carry the lovely witch away from this place...