salanaland

Wind in the wheat, kiss by a hearth, little hideaways for a lonely heart! — Nightwish Encounter She threw sticks and small rocks at him. This strange pretty Native girl in her buckskin clothes, feathers in her hair and a scowl upon her face. A stick finds its mark, hitting him in the head. "Ow." Haytham rubs his abused face. "That hurt." She looks at him, throws a rock this time. He ducks and she smiles. "Not stupid," she says before vanishing into the forest. "Wait, come back!" he gives chase, sprinting across the creek bed, and barreling head long into the underbrush. She is rabbit-quick, but he is fox-persistent and chases her up