Lost Creek Hollow were you there to bedevil and beguile?

there! tiny flowers, pale, and blooming barely in a sun-warmed patch of earth. she increases momentum as her hobble becomes more forward-leaning, and yet she is paused before she can close the final few meters. a boy, dark and russet in hue, makes himself known and she is quick to put all four feet to the ground, straightening the slight bend to her spine that seems to make her burn in her ribs fade. the hurt returns, but it's worth it. the plants are dropped at her feet when he speaks, but it's hardly the introduction she'd have liked. she doesn't want to become known as the charity case, but it's obvious enough already. "he was too injured to."  she offered; he didn't have to know that it was because he'd taken the brunt of the fall and not because she'd fought back. she's still slightly off-put, and the flowers are forgotten for the moment. she searches for some way to way to pry tactlessly into him, but finds none. "I'm Vuk."