It’s rare I get any time alone, and the front entryway to the house is usually my go to for some head space, as no one but the patrols venture out here normally. The village is out back, sheltered in the homestead shadow, and where all life and soul thrive. I focus my full blank attention on her sharp and pointed but annoyingly pretty face, hoping for intimidation and a huge flashing ‘back off’ vibe. I am in no mood for her, and the bubbling green eyed me is in there trying to slither up and slap her down. Her fair hair shields half her delicate face as she moves...