Dawson Nightshade

I stomp into the training arena, where she are taking a new horse through their paces. I lean against the fence, watching her for a long moment. I can’t help feel a tightness in my body as I watch her, the way she is with the horse and the way her body moves. She is beautiful… the horse I mean… I can’t think of her like that, she’s off limits. I call out to her, tone grumpy, though I am more grumpy at my own thoughts than at her. Why did you say that Starlight won’t be ready this season?