So . . . Brenna has taken a whack at one of the abductors and sliced his leg with her wickedly sharp hand scythe. Which rider it was is left vague. Your choice, Child.
Brenna's most likely knocked down and out at the moment. & obviously she would have seen who was taken, though I don't know that she knows their names.
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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