Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

as fate would have it, chani's complete failing had not gone unnoticed, a fact that irked her even as she spun to stare at the stranger. he was all muted, pleasant shades, with mahogany-bark eyes and a politely worried expression.
it was the last thing that made her bristle. she was taller than him by a bit, though he had age on her. "i be fine," the girl said coolly. "huntin' takes a lot of time," chani added, eying his thin frame.