She falls down, head in her hands.There’s a mad standing in front of her, eyes shining through the shadows cast. A leveled sword, aiming at her neck.
She grins. A single glance up, a jerk to the side, and he crumbles down. The sword clatters.
She is victorious.
“What’s a tailgate?” He grinned at her and she realized she knew what his answer would be. “A tail at a gate of course.” Obviously. She rolled her eyes at him. “But can you just imagine that, if you open a gate a little tail shakes because it’s happy to see you.” “No.” She said flatly. “I can, and it’s adorable”