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

this Vetty may make thinks harder, she considers, but so be it. she has no desire to maim the man, really, she does have a sense of justice, after all. he is merely a test of herself and men in general. she does not reply to his apologies, instead calling out through the storm. "I am lost. I'm looking for shelter." the words themeselves were stiff, but her tone was easy and slipped from her tongue like water. she paused, wavering, in front of the man. this was oft where the pieces of delicate beauty inherited from her mother became useful, at least, from experience, and she blinked at the male as ice and snow threatened to blind her now and again.