"Good," Niah said haughtily and turned her face away from him. In her mind she looked like her mother - tall, noble, with a firm jaw and proud face made for ruling. She'd succeeded, in her mind, and it was but one step closer to her future as a lady of power and authority. In that moment it didn't matter that she'd crushed a boy's heart. A boy who, for that matter, she'd known all her life and in some part of her mind which she didn't often consult, she considered her friend as well.<br/><br/>"We won't speak of this," she continued as she started to talk - wobble - away. Sweat soon broke out on her forehead from the effort and pain, but of course she didn't let it show in her voice. "Father and mother won't know, and you'll forget that you ever saw me out here today. Understood?" She had no intention of waiting for an answer. She would make her perfect exit with pride and dignity, and even managed to control her stride enough to climb the hill up to the house without huffing with the exertion.<br/><br/>"Goodbye, Brom."