Emberflame Ridge “Don’t nobody love country music- but them lyrics will hit home.”

if her nerves were stretched when he'd refered to her as cassie, they were stretched further still when he refered to himself in the third person. her original aim in approaching him had been lost and she'd no desire to find it. he was decent in his actions, perhaps, but she'd no desire to be here for long. the wind forestalled any attempt at escape, however, and she supposed it was her own doing that had put her in this mess. she was led to a crevice in the rock, where she curled up tightly near the far end, leaving enough room should he choose to enter. "thanks," she offered, but the wind grew fierce and like some of his own words, it may have been lost in the wind.