Heron Lake Plateau And I've got the sides and all the corners- but there's a space

Niamh scrunched her nose up, slightly when he gave her a compliment, and was horrified when a girlish giggle left her lips. His shoulder touched hers and she blushed, again overwhelmed by bashfulness at being called 'cute' by someone who was more or less a stranger to her. She raised one eyebrow at him, and gave him a wry half-smile. "Yeah, sure," Was the only thing she could think of as a response. What was she supposed to do? If she'd thanked him, it'd mean that she actually thought she was cute- and that she thought he thought she was cute...Which was totally not happening, right? She stole another glance at him. How old was Colt, anyway?

...Maybe too old. But maybe just old enough. She couldn't decide. 

"Soooo....Have you met the Blackthorns yet?" She asked. He'd met Towhee, and obviously Quixote and Raven- but she was curious to see where he stood with them- ironically, not recognizing him to be one of them. Not that all Blackthorns had to be primarily grey, but Colt definitely had a different look about him than the others did, and was thus not recognized as a member of that family.