03-28-2009, 04:41 PM
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It was the cracking of her gentle voice that convinced him to let up, though anger still turned up on his face as he lifted his head to look at her squarely. His body was rigid and its language spoke deeply of indifference and dominance, even though as far as things were considered she was well over him in most regards. “You're mean,” he told Mati sharply, “don't be mean.” Salem didn't like to have to hurt her and a part of him was certain that was mutual, but she had been mean. He didn't like having snow kicked in his eyes and it was no secret just how much he hated the snow to begin with. “Okay?” To him, everything was justified in teaching her lesson, though it may have been a more helpful learning aid in Salem's eyes if he could have found some fear or high distaste of her own to expose and aggravate.
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