Tuktu Hinterlands Better hold on tight, before you know it's gone

Niamh found it slightly amusing that Colt had brought her somewhere this pretty; she could see for miles, the gently rolling hillsides where some were dappled by shade from passing clouds, but from where they were she could see them move, rippling and slipping across the landscape. It wasn’t exactly a unique place, per say- hills were far less rare than a waterfall or a mountain- but it was calming and serene, and when he confessed he used to live there, she understood why he’d chosen this place. Part of her wondered, of course, if he was going to ask her to live here with him- but that seemed unlikely.

”Before you joined the Redhawks?” She asked, somewhat redundantly, but she wanted to prompt him to say more. ”They must’ve still been over at the Caldera by then,” She mused slightly, before she returned her gaze to him, hoping he’d elaborate more.