Hoshor Plains gift vid första ögonkastet

It was only a feeling. A deep, primitive knowing that sent Disa north on one winter's morning and on and on until she stood in the middle of Hoshor Plains, looking around like she didn't know how the journey had happened.

There were no outward signs – not yet. Perhaps it would not come to pass at all, but it seemed very important all of a sudden to hit a potential husband over the head and drag him back to Verapaz.

Disa squinted at one of clusters of bare trees in the area. She imagined that something moved along one of the thicker branches.

6+ it's a hungry and desperate mountain lion, else it's nothing: 11