05-09-2009, 08:17 PM
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Lysander hugged the child close to him, loving both the feeling of the small boy clinging to him and the desperation in the face of the women. “Silly boy, this is home.” His tone was playful, he knew the arguing was distressing the boy. His stone eyes danced over the women, who was now nearly pleading with the puppy to take her side. It gave him a certain kind of satisfaction. Just because perhaps the puppies belong there in Dahlia de Mai rather than in Phoenix Valley, they all assumed the puppynapper was a cold hearted creature who would have treated the children poorly. He had treated like princes.
Lysander could drag it out, make it more miserable for the women, and that is what he intended. Turning his body so Emwe was even further out of reach, he sneered at her, but kept his voice calm and even for the sake of the boy. “Do ya even know his favorite food? His favorite game? Favorite bed time story?” Lysander had learned a lot about the children with the time spent with them. Perhaps much more than their parents had known. He hoped Emwe sincerely saw it fit to stay with him, keeping the boy against his will would break Ly’s heart.
Lysander hugged the child close to him, loving both the feeling of the small boy clinging to him and the desperation in the face of the women. “Silly boy, this is home.” His tone was playful, he knew the arguing was distressing the boy. His stone eyes danced over the women, who was now nearly pleading with the puppy to take her side. It gave him a certain kind of satisfaction. Just because perhaps the puppies belong there in Dahlia de Mai rather than in Phoenix Valley, they all assumed the puppynapper was a cold hearted creature who would have treated the children poorly. He had treated like princes.
Lysander could drag it out, make it more miserable for the women, and that is what he intended. Turning his body so Emwe was even further out of reach, he sneered at her, but kept his voice calm and even for the sake of the boy. “Do ya even know his favorite food? His favorite game? Favorite bed time story?” Lysander had learned a lot about the children with the time spent with them. Perhaps much more than their parents had known. He hoped Emwe sincerely saw it fit to stay with him, keeping the boy against his will would break Ly’s heart.