Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

Riley certainly did not want this landshark attacking him. He'd already done that once, no thanks on the encore. Instinctively he edged away, thoroughly uninterested in a repeat performance. Orlaith could cut him clean in two if she wished and he was all too aware of that.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to believe what she said. It prompted a second, quieter "What.." from the yearling, who stared blatantly at her face trying to measure any sort of deceit in her expression. Finding none he looked away, still not convinced. "Why?"