Donald found himself staring up into a pair of emerald green eyes.  They flashed defiance at the world.  She was a beauty, to be sure, with her pale skin and raven black hair.  An envy for the chief's son flashed through him, even as  he found himself unable to look away as was proper.  The captain of the guard hissed at him and he remembered himself.<br/><br/>The clan chieftain stepped forward to greet the lass.  He was a fat ball of a man, with mighty strong arms and a long flowing beard.  He pulled with him his son, a good looking lad with dark brown hair around his shoulders and a short, neatly trimmed beard.  "Lady Branween, our entire clan welcomes you."  He sounded rather disapproving in his tone, but spoke the correct words of greeting.  "Please enter our home and be our guest."<br/><br/>Behind her came thundering forward the horsemen who had been chasing her.  They quickly pulled up and jumped down to flank the girl.  All of the were red faced with embarrassment, but with looks as if they were unsurprising by her actions.<br/><br/>Donald had stopped staring at her, but was still watching her out of the corner of his eye.  She moved with a grace and athletic nature more like that of a hunter than a lady.  He had never seen another lady who looked like her, or sat a horse like before.