It was a bright sunny day, the scent of pine sweet in the air, mingling with the earthy sweat of the horses. Blue sky peeked through dark leaves, and the shadows swayed with the motion of the wind.
It took Misa a moment to realize where she was, and when she looked down, she found herself riding a horse as if she had done it her entire life.
“Where do you plan to do it this time?” Misa asked the figure riding ahead.
Brown hair swished aside as Nisha glanced back at her, her ruby lips set in a mischievous smile. Misa wasn’t sure when the memory was taking place as Nisha had the first signs of wrinkles forming above her brow and on either side of her toothy grin.
“You’ll see, dear sister. It’s a surprise.”
Misa sighed, a worm of doubt and worry nibbling at her in
