06-30-2009, 09:43 PM
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Geneva had always trusted DaVinci's discretion. Even when she had been new to Phoenix Valley, she had trusted the silvery hybrid. Despite his grumbling, Jefferson seemed to put a lot of faith in the hybrid. And since he had saved her life at the borders all those weeks ago, she had grown an new respect for DaVinci then. He kept his cool under fire, and he always had his priorities straight, at least by Geneva's estimation. He made her feel safe, and she would gladly follow the most fool-hardy of his instructions.
She had no doubts as far as DaVinci was concerned, so when he had clearly chosen a path of action, she merely nodded her assent. She dipped her head in acknowledgement of her agreement, and then directed a thin smile toward the bloodied stranger.
"What is your name?" the gray wolf asked. If it appeared as though she were to stay, introductions were in order.
She had no doubts as far as DaVinci was concerned, so when he had clearly chosen a path of action, she merely nodded her assent. She dipped her head in acknowledgement of her agreement, and then directed a thin smile toward the bloodied stranger.
"What is your name?" the gray wolf asked. If it appeared as though she were to stay, introductions were in order.