After having re-met Arven Fisk over a month and a half ago, Dove was still not quite sure he would write despite him having promised that he would. Her only other experience with inviting someone to write her was for him to promise to do so and then he had not written at all, after all. When she had arrived home, it had been under the assumption that she was unlikely to see him again.

She had gone to an event or two as Robin and generally went through her usual routines albeit full of daydreams she had not really had before. And then the first letter had come via an owl that had perched on her windowsill. She had stared at it like she didn't know what it was before taking the letter and writing back. Which soon became a bit of a regular routine that only deepened the blossoming feelings that had already taken root in the woodlands of Hogsmeade.

Dove was not experienced in anything related to this. Her first crush had been Jack Watson but this felt... different. She couldn't begin to adequately describe it if she were to be asked. It was something deeper, much more soul-stirring.

When the time was upon them, she saddled up Jupiter and set off. She was dressed 'properly' in a riding dress and was riding side-saddle but she had long ago found a way to make that work for her since Jupiter was a stallion that demanded to run. Since she was at her own home, her hair was in a simple braid that fell to the small of her back and by the time she had arrived at the point she was meant to meet Huck, it was a little windswept and her cheeks were pink from the ride.