Damita seethed inwardly, brooding moodily over her angry thoughts; her nanny had always told her that forgiveness was the only way – To forgive and forget would be to forget she even had a father. While that would make her happier in the long run, Damita knew that she would often think of him; and worse yet, wonder how her sisters and their children were doing. Would her nieces and nephews be told of their errant Aunt, or would she be forgotten, a ghost in their memories?<br/><br/>Her thought process was interrupted as she felt the slide of skin on skin, cinnamon gaze sliding downward to find Toho’s hand. Gaze followed that arm up to his face, a forced smile given, though it faded away as his expression turned alarmed. Frowning, Damita arched a brow as Toho dismounted; following his lead, only with less grace. Standing next to her horse, she moved closer to Toho, inquisitive as to why he had felt the need to stop. “What’s wrong?”<br/>