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12-29-2012, 05:01 AM
He watched and listened to the conversation from the shelter of the trees of the mist. Part of him was relieved to hear that Mirage would be coming home soon, but the other part was not so complacent, not quite as content. Why did they have to bargain with these people? What did the Edge owe the Basin, that hadn't been payed tenfold already? If this was still a matter of revenge for the Invasion, then their grudge had been mulled over for far too long, so long that it had to be festering and old by now.
Why could they not just leave the Qian alone?
Such reckless hate, such pathetic simpleminded thinking. Lace almost felt sorry for the black mare where she stood, so suave and so unpleasant. Did she believe herself to be in the right? What right could anyone have to steal innocent ones from their home, hold them against their will and not return them when their family came to bring them back. None, nothing. And yet they were never satisfied.
Quietly seething, the warrior-turned-craftsman tried to contain his impatience. He wanted to run off now, run against the wind until he reached the borders of the Basin once more - until he could see the face of his leader and closest friend beyond Fajira again. To make sure that she was safe.
But he would wait. Rishima called the shots at this point, and anything he might do would only jeopardize the safety of their DragonHeart.
Why could they not just leave the Qian alone?
Such reckless hate, such pathetic simpleminded thinking. Lace almost felt sorry for the black mare where she stood, so suave and so unpleasant. Did she believe herself to be in the right? What right could anyone have to steal innocent ones from their home, hold them against their will and not return them when their family came to bring them back. None, nothing. And yet they were never satisfied.
Quietly seething, the warrior-turned-craftsman tried to contain his impatience. He wanted to run off now, run against the wind until he reached the borders of the Basin once more - until he could see the face of his leader and closest friend beyond Fajira again. To make sure that she was safe.
But he would wait. Rishima called the shots at this point, and anything he might do would only jeopardize the safety of their DragonHeart.
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