03-01-2009, 11:37 PM
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Svara felt her temper rise the rage eat at her gut and she almost did something she would regret, until...until a warm hand settled on her shoulder from behind. Yellow eyes were staring at Haku and her mother and knew they weren't touching her, and this hand was gentle, there was no anger in it's touch. "It wouldn't be wise to do that Svara." His voice was deep and wise in her ear nothing more then a whisper. Turning her head Svara looked into the face of some one that looked vaugly familiar, like what her brother would have looked had he been....grown. Svara blinked in shock and like a ghost he was gone like he had never been there, but his touch and words lingered. |
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