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Though the support of Trygve and Sweeny encouraged the Fleshweaver, her muscles remained tense. Prepared for a fight regardless. To defend her family. She wasn't going to lose anyone. Not today. Not again. And if she had to defend them from her own clanmates, fine.
Zey really believed, zey would be a good Ardent? If not for everything that had already happened, Aine may have laughed. As bitter and frantic as her emotions were running she felt ready to snap. Her hazel hues flared. Her defensive rage easily switching targets. "You will never be an Ardent to me." Defiant.
"Da thinks. He considers the variables to keep us safe. You don' want to protect us. You only care about yourself -- about- about what amuses you. You're no leader." And you won't be. Aine wouldn't let zem.
The snap of Stryker's horn sounds too familiar. Like the splintering of wood. Smoke. She pushes her hooves deeper into the sand, curling the earth around herself.
"No." She snapped without hesitation. Learned his lesson? No deal. "Not with him."
[/td][/tr][/table]Zey really believed, zey would be a good Ardent? If not for everything that had already happened, Aine may have laughed. As bitter and frantic as her emotions were running she felt ready to snap. Her hazel hues flared. Her defensive rage easily switching targets. "You will never be an Ardent to me." Defiant.
"Da thinks. He considers the variables to keep us safe. You don' want to protect us. You only care about yourself -- about- about what amuses you. You're no leader." And you won't be. Aine wouldn't let zem.
The snap of Stryker's horn sounds too familiar. Like the splintering of wood. Smoke. She pushes her hooves deeper into the sand, curling the earth around herself.
"No." She snapped without hesitation. Learned his lesson? No deal. "Not with him."
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