Conwood

Heat rushed up her neck and into her cheeks- making her pale skin look especially glowing against the dark forest. In attempt to not look flustered or embarrassed at his comment, she put her hands on her hips and gave him a standard look. “Your joke is in bad taste. I did just finish running from a werewolf. Although, with no proof, I could have been running from my own imagination.” Rolling her eyes lightly she walked to the other side of the horse. Her hand traced the horses body until she met his calf. Tapping it politely as to have him remove his foot from the stirrup, she cleared her throat. “Winifred Conwood. Ms. Conwood, to you.”

Saying her name out loud replayed a small memory of being in court with the royals. It was 163 years ago, but it felt just like yesterday. Her name was announced amongst the crowd, and everyone turned to eye her- it was her coming out into society. It was official- she would be working to terrorize individuals at the hand of someone else.

Blinking her eyes, she removed the memory from the front of her mind and returned her attention to the man in front of her.