"I was not intending to vanish..." she murmurs, kissing his cheek, then his jaw. One of her hands strokes along the line of his arm. "Telling my brother, at least, would be prudent, that he may make certain we remain undisturbed. But no, it is not far. Half a day's ride, or a little more if we do not hurry ourselves."

And it is spring, and the plains of the Riddermark are blooming. A pleasant time for riding.