Dahozhoni Meadow Ridin since sunup.

In a moment, she backed up a few steps, cursing as she tucked in her head. He felt bad for hitting that lovely dark forehead of hers. But yet, she didn’t seem to be hard on him, rather confused and mumbling.


“Your head looks lovely—“ he paused, catching his tongue, “Ahem, uh, Fine. No swelling.” He grinned sheepishly, but man, was she lovely. He almost couldn’t help it. 

“Putting this little mistake aside, I’m Cassidy. And you are miss…?”