Riley was a little surprised when he started speaking. [i]So he has a voice...[/i] She thought to herself with annoyance. "What do I want from you?" She repeated the question and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess just to know why a fifteen year old boy is in the middle of the wood, burying a mysterious bag under a bunch of leaves." She said, not taking her eyes off the boy. When he stepped and asked her what he was, she raised a brow. [i]Someone who has smoked too much weed...[/i] She thought. "A fifteen year old boy, who is obviously very confused." She said slowly. Now, he was starting to freak her out.

She narrowed her eyes when he went past her, gently nudging her in the process. She whipped around to confront him. "Hey!" She said in a irritable voice. "You don't look no more different then I do... except for the fact you're a guy, and I'm a girl." She said with a simple shrug. The last three words he said caused her to raise both brows. "A soldier? I thought those days were so 1800's, they don't take young men from families anymore, you have to be eighteen and over." She said. "You are fifteen, aren't you? And do you have a name?" She asked him ."I'm Riley." She said, introducing herself.