Adeline perched behind Layla, clinging to her waist as their horse trotted after Aaron's. The ride had started off fine—until Adeline spat out a stray strand of hair that had flown right into her mouth.
"Pttuh! Your hair is in my face!" she sputtered dramatically, scrunching her nose as another lock whipped against her cheek. It kept going into her mouth!
Layla glanced back briefly, smirking as her loose waves danced in the wind. "Oh, sorry."
"I will bite it off, leaving you with uneven hair." Adeline threatened.
"Alright, alright, let's not take any violent decisions!" Layla backtracked with a laugh.
The tension that had been gnawing at her since Aaron announced their plan seemed to unravel a little with each laugh. She had been nervous, she admitted that. Usually, she is not that worried about... Anything.
