Miri took in the sights.
The dirt road that cut through a field of lush green grass, running parallel to a river of sparkling black waters. The sky overhead was a lovely shade of blue, with fluffy clouds drifting past.
She sat upon Tommy"s old brown horse with the reins in a loose grip. The young man"s hands were on her hips, and she had to admit that she didn"t mind. Somehow, Adele had managed to trade places with her over Desa Nin Leean"s objections. Miri didn"t mind that either. Desa had been dreadful company since Ofalla.
She smiled, then let her eyes drop to the pommel of her saddle. “So, Lommy,” she began. “I notice you"re a little less shy...Or at least a little more familiar with me.” Miri wiggled her hips to emphasize the placement of his hands.
She ventured a peek over her sh
