Sun Mote Copse Well I bet my soul on a six string gamble

Though Colt agreed with the names, she knew he wasn't terribly serious- and nor was she. Naming a child Nag or Donkey was a pretty low blow from mother to child, and she'd already figured out other, better names that she felt Colt might approve of more. They may have to save them for the next year- which was a major bummer- but at least there'd always be another time, right? She had no way to know that there wasn't another chance for the next year, otherwise she might've been more pissed off. But ignorance is bliss. 

Colt confessed his plan for leaving, but Niamh wasn't having it, and she shook her head. "I'm gonna need you here." She said. She didn't want anyone else to be around- partially because she wasn't sure she could trust herself, and partially because she couldn't stand to have him going off on his own, where he might not come back. Anything could happen. He seemed to agree, and she was relieved that he couldn't bring himself to leave. His comment made her half-smile, but the smile faded when he mentioned the Redhawks. 

"I dunno...I'd go wherever you want to go. But I dunno what would happen if we went there. It'd be my first choice too, of course. She shrugged. [b]"I just wish things would work out here."