"Somehow," she agreed softly. "I had hidden it near a year, but I think she had one of the young ladies spy upon me..." she mused tiredly. She had spent some time wondering how and why, but honestly she'd worn out the betrayed shock long since.

"...he was riding. I took a path a horse could not," she admitted. "But he found my trail easily, I knew not how to hide such at first and I imagine I'd have been quite the trophy."