Caimeag’s head snaps up when a tree falls. She frowns. “I’ll be right back.” She gets off of the speeder and goes to where the tree had fallen, keeping in the shadows. She growls softly when she sees the hooded man.
Caimeag writes in the mud with a twig: ‘That’s what you get for bumping into me. Not to mention trying to wipe my memory.’ With that, she goes back to Blaine. “How’s it going over here?”