Dahozhoni Meadow Ridin since sunup.

The refreshing scent blocked out Paeon's other senses, as she closed her eyes and let her mind and head clear themselves. That was until something hit her over said head. 

She winced, tucking her head in and staggering back a few steps. "Dammit... What the heck..." she mumbled before opening her eyes. As she did she caught sight of an apologetic young man. A spiffy combination of earthy browns and lighter tans.

'I am so sorry miss'

She was not often called a 'miss'. It didn't sit positive or negative in her mind, but few after meeting or speaking with her would give her such a graceful title. Would it stick with this one?

Then a pause. His eyes lingered over her face. "What...? Oh god, is my forehead swelling up?" she asked looking up cross-eyed for a moment in a futile effort to view her own forehead.