Kyle and Rosaline rode out with Sierra at a slow pace.Drake and Isadora followed at the rear.

Sunlight permeated the riding path through tall, thick trees. A natural symphony of croaking frogs, the occasional clamoring wings of blue herons, and squawks of pelicans rang through the air.?

The group had been riding for at least twenty minutes, and Sierra felt proud of herself for doing so well on her horse, despite the questionable looks that Drake often shot her way ...