Starting the countdown. Excluding this, there are three more drabbles left.
Alternative: 47 – Hair
"Let's wait it out here," Jaina said and ducked under a thick tree. Jag followed her into the relative security of the undergrowth.
"What a downpour," she sighed, then suddenly froze. "What's that?"
"What?"
"There's something pulling at my hair." Her hand came up to comb through the strands. "Outch! Stang!"
"You got caught in the branches," Jag said matter-of-factly and leaned forward. "Let me see."
Jaina held still as he untangled her hair from the branch. The strands were incredibly soft. God, he never wanted to let go of her.
But she never had been his to begin with.