Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

A disagreement with the plateau...She'd had one of those. She remembered the day well- it was the day she'd sprained her ankle- or rolled it, one or the other. It had been wet, and she'd been going a bit too fast down the slope leading away from the plateau and it to make it worse, she'd ended up rolling down the hill and into a burrdock bush...Then Colt had made fun of her- but that part she remembered fondly. He wasn't nearly as bad as she'd originally thought he was; Colt was actually kind of cool. 

He seemed a bit vague about when his healing could be expected, so she oggled him with a furrowed brow and a frown. "Did you like...Twist anything? Or just like...Bumps and bruises?" She said. "My dad always said 'no blood, no sympathy.'" She recalled, with the faintest hint of a grin.