Damita scowled as he told her to stay put, instead sliding the reins over the horses neck before she followed behind Toho. She was quiet, her slight weight only allowing for the very minimal of sounds as she walked, imitating Toho as he crept along. She nodded as he motioned to be silent, crouching as she followed. She had gotten practise creeping around her house at night, testing the floorboards to see whether they’d creak or not – This was a piece of cake.<br/><br/>What Damita saw meant very little to her, though it seemed to make Toho all the more apprehensive. She took a step back at his order, frowning at him, though instead of arguing – as she was apt to do – Damita did what she was told. She was quiet, easing herself through the bush back to the horses, taking hold of her reins before grabbing Toho’s as well, leading the mounts back a ways. A feeling of dread settled on her shoulders, cinnamon gaze flicking back over her shoulder as she hid the horses behind a little wall of trees. Moving around to her suitcase, Damita dug around in the assortment of frilly and silky garments, her hand closing around cold steel.<br/><br/>Pulling the little lady’s hand pistol out, she checked to see how many bullets her nanny had left her; there was two. ‘Only two.’ She lamented, turning to look back to where she’d come, eyes searching the darkness for Toho.<br/>