It seemed like the further they'd ridden during the day, the darker it had gotten. "I think it's going to snow." He glanced up at the sky. "That's likely." Diane didn't like the idea of being caught in a blizzard, but was a bit reassured by Simon's lack of concern. If a seasoned native didn't worry about the weather, she didn't suppose she should. "It's just that I'm used to a more controlled environment," she told him. Simon had only the vaguest notion of what her words signified. "Your words have meaning, but no sense," he told her. "There's so much about you I do not know." "I don't know much about you, either," she agreed. "But more than I know about you. Where did you learn to ride so well?" he repeated his earlier question. He was pleased that she had spent many hours in the saddle without complaint, and had no trouble managing her animal over rough forest terrain. She hadn't asked useless questions, either. She had done no more than give him a curious look when he'd directed the party off the road to ride across the countryside.
