06-04-2008, 03:32 PM
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indent He did not hate her directly, only what she represented. She was the past, the arrogance, the war. She was the woman who had, so long ago, helped drive his father away. She had been the reason Faolin had left. For those reasons, she was no friend of his. He stared back at her, eyes cold and intense, as if perhaps they could bore a hole into her skull. His eyes were the eyes of his mother, and they gave nothing but hatred for the enemies of his home. “You weren’t intending on staying here,” he said sharply, knowing in his heart this was true. “You’ve crossed our borders several times—it cannot happen again.” The vague threat was made, echoed by his eyes.
indent He did not hate her directly, only what she represented. She was the past, the arrogance, the war. She was the woman who had, so long ago, helped drive his father away. She had been the reason Faolin had left. For those reasons, she was no friend of his. He stared back at her, eyes cold and intense, as if perhaps they could bore a hole into her skull. His eyes were the eyes of his mother, and they gave nothing but hatred for the enemies of his home. “You weren’t intending on staying here,” he said sharply, knowing in his heart this was true. “You’ve crossed our borders several times—it cannot happen again.” The vague threat was made, echoed by his eyes.