Porcupine Ridge saturday night kind of pink

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 Eleuthera needed no more convincing. She rode towards and after the silent woman following the waif’s brief, unspoken introduction and a nod towards the supposed exit, a thousand questions buzzing in her head. She wanted to know who this woman was, why she had been up to these heights — was she here to rescue her? If so, who had sent her? It seemed as if this woman was the stoic type, however, and Eleuthera was not keen to turn her new friend off so quickly. Eleuthera kept her lips pressed tightly together, ne’er a word escaping.

Even though she now had the intention to light her movements, and a partner with the knowledge to help guide her, Eleuthera’s foot still proved to be a hindrance.  She wobbled between walking of four legs and walking upon three, but the site of the wound caused her no small amount of pain. However, there was nothing that could be done about it right now — it would have to wait until later. When the unnamed woman looked back to check on her, Eleuthera offered her a soft smile and hobbled right along.