Larksong Grotto dreams walking in broad daylight

the rogue swung his ragged head and stared her down with the bloodwater eyes which so went ahead of his name. "colt briggs."
indra. he had no head for its beauty or origin; he might as well call her girl for all the work he'd have to do, keeping her fed. 
but she'd earn her keep. her eyes darted over his face and colt snorted. "keep up now." high-heeling it into the underbrush, a hard trot that he could keep up for days even if she lagged behind.
sights set for natigvik a last time, and then paradise.