Pranking Sicarra

Sicarra was sad. Many might dismiss the girl as always sad, but Ryheric knew better. He had known the wayward Dunlending girl for some time now. Longer than Emmie, Eirik or Brynleigh. Sicarra was both responsive and reclusive. Ryheric did not care too much for the words that day. He only knew Sicarra was often left confused, not knowing when, where or how to act with the troubled Gondorian man who, at that time, was the object of her affection. Ryheric knew exactly what that was like. So, he took her to the top of Waterfall Mountain. The girl spoke like one who simply needed to, and he offered her what grounding he could. Some of his own learning about love was spoken, so Sicarra would at least know that how people in her childhood had treated her should not be confused with it. The heavy topics flowed like slow, steady water between them. Sicarra was always easy to talk with. No nonsense, no guessing games. Instead, a practical, literal woman who never used words as ammunition, and showed not a cruel bone in her body. To lighten the mood, he raced her back to Herne. Recklessly down the slopes and steep rocky paths; trusting the woman could handle it. He overtook her by taking a shortcut. Then slumped down on the dusty road and pretended he had fallen asleep. She halted when she saw him, wide eyes. Cheeky as ever, the Dunlending girl wasted no time in taking advantage of Ryheric's prank to make sure she arrived back at the inn first!