[center][I][h3]Nathan Blu.[/h3]
June 29th * 6:34 PM * 56 Degrees F[/I][/center]

I laid in my bed, one arm folded behind my ravenous locks. Davine's situation had left her alone to tend to the horses; meanwhile Dak got to entertain a lady friend. I could feel a creeping smile pull my lips as I sat up in bed, the pale white sheets lingering on my waist allowed the cool of the room to sap some warmth away.

[I]Guess I'll help her out. I wouldn't mind some alone time with her anyway... maybe I can get her to join me tonight.[/I] 

I shot up from my bed and pulled on some denim jeans and black boots. Afterwards I sifted through my long, intricate drawer for the black thermal that would keep me warm and accommodate my reason for leaving. If was going to help her reign in the horses, I'd need to look the part; it wasn't too hard considering I wore most clothes rather well. 

I pondered, if only for a moment, on grabbing a jacket but tossed the idea aside. I didn't need it and even if I did change, I wouldn't care nearly as much as everyone else. Stepping out my room, I felt the eyes of a group land on me. I ignored the feeling and continued down the stairs and towards the door. My strides carried me quickly off the porch two-steps at a time and into the manicured grass. I was behind Davine in no time and when I was but a few feet from her, I tucked my hands in my jeans and looked up, answering any questions she might have with a stare. 

[I]I'm here to help... can't you tell.[/I] My eyes might have spoken. 

Tuning my steps with hers, I was next to her in seconds. [color=lightblue][b]"Why isn't Dak helping you with this?"[/b][/color] I said to smother the silence.