Damita let her mind wander as they rode, answering to Toho when he occasionally spoke, cinnamon gaze taking in her surroundings. The skirt was forced up and around her shapely thighs due to having to ride astride the back of the beautiful equine, although Damita paid it no mind; it wasn’t as though there was anyone around to see, right? Her smile brightened each time she saw wildlife, watching as a rabbit skidded across their path or a deer took off due to their intrusion.<br/><br/>Toho’s mention of her riding skill was met with a mischievous grin, as if to say ‘that’s not the only thing I can do’, though no other answer was given. The ride seemed short to her, time passing by as though it was nothing, although her bottom was becoming sore at having sat so long. Stretching her legs out, Damita turned to look at Toho as he halted them upon the hill. Looking out over the small town from her vantagepoint, Damita turned her head in shame at the sudden thoughts of revenge she had on her father.<br/><br/>Could she blame the old man for wanting to better his own and her sister’s lives? Certainly she could, although the guilt she felt overwhelmed thoughts of jealousy and revenge. That was how Toho found her, head averted, horse turned as she waited him to get back. Sad cinnamon eyes turned to alight on the native as he rode back, her posture telling of a certain defeat. “Yes, I’m ready.” She could have had the chance to ride into that town, to seek out help, but she hadn’t – Why? It was a question she was even asking herself as they set out once more, riding back towards her new home.<br/>