A white horse came into view, slowing and finally stopping about ten feet from her. The man on the horse jumped off, a very confused look on his face.

“You stopped,” he said, more to himself than to her. She responded anyway.

“So did you,” she replied. She tried her best to look more curious than frightened, and kind of succeeded. The man—boy, he didn’t look sixteen—tried to chuckle.

“I did, didn’t I?” He was so preoccupied with the fact he had finally managed to catch up to this girl of mystery that he didn’t notice his horse had taken off, and that Adelle was giggling uncontrollably.

“You might want to turn around,” she said after regaining composure. He took her advice and went into a state of panic. He looked back and forth frantically before turning back around.

“You did it, didn’t you? You knew that I didn’t know my way around here! You knew!”

“I know nothing but the fact that horses get bored and run away if left alone for too long. And I know my way around, perhaps I can help you.”