Sun Mote Copse Still getting used to road regrets

Niamh rolled her eyes. "If the kid's anything like me, then 'Nag' will suit it just fine." She said. He also shot down 'Horse' but Niamh laughed. She stopped, though, when he mentioned what Finley's nickname was. "Guess it'd be inappropriate. He'd probably get a lot of "Horse" shit." She said, and bumped her shoulder up against's Colt's to punctuate the lame pun, but then she stayed there, leaning her shoulder against his. It was nice to joke about these things; it meant that they were at least somewhat within the realm of possibility. She looked up at Colt with a smile. "She calls me 'Legs.'" She said, unaware of the fact that Finley had since come up with a different nickname for her. 

She tilted her head up then to look at the moon which had disappeared- all shred of silver was gone from it, but it was still there, albeit very dark, and a shroud of red was starting to cover it from the bottom left corner and up. "Lookit that," She said, and shivered. "You still sure this isn't like...The beginning of the end of the world?"