03-08-2009, 04:03 PM
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He recalled the way that Tristan’s face had darkened, and how his eyes had revealed their true color with the title. An honest boy by trade, Ezekiel did not hesitate to share this. “He said that they were warriors and that they fought like devils. He didn’t seem too fond of your people.” Given that his god-uncle had never revealed much about his past, the boy could not understand why.
At her tone, his ears swiveled back, like a child, then forward. “No, no,” he began. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that…well, your people sounded like legends, you know? Something people don’t ever see.” While he was fearless (a flaw of his upbringing, perhaps) he was wary. Her very presence was enough to warn him that she was something to be reckoned with—and Ezekiel, inexperienced, knew that if they were to come to blows she would best him. [/html]