TWENTY FIVE: Pass that Kindness Along

As the horse bounded closer, Kel realized the man she saw wasn't the only rider.

Long locks of hair streamed out in every direction around the man, coming from a small girl huddled in front of him, her head only coming up to his chest.

Dash wasn't coming back.

Instead, it was the person she had originally confused him with when she saw his horse tied outside Harrow and Nesta's house.

The person with a young daughter, a crippled leg and heaps of money.

"I was lucky yesterday, but it seems intense manual labor is in store for me today," Kel sighed, stretching her arms above her head as she observed the rapidly approaching steed, "but…"

Why was the man riding as if the entire Serin army was after him? 

With his daughter too?

Alerted by the steady thudding of hooves against the dirt, Nesta and Harrow quickly rejoined Kel outside.

Holding a hand to her brow to shield her eyes from the sun, Nesta murmured, "I wonder what Mr.-"