Amyn stood, flinging back her hair dirty from the mud. She whistled and Senouce hurtled to her side. Before answering Thengise, she straddled the dragon and treated Collette to one of her most dangerous stares. Collette returned the look, but after 30 seconds of looking at Amyn's burning furious black eyes she looked away.
"All I wish is to travel with you. Some of my dearest friends I thought were dead are travelling with you and I simply want to talk to them. So that stupid little girl hobbit can shut her mouth, because I do not trust you either, I want only to spend time with my friends."
Standing there, with her feet bare and a chil wind blowing her hair about, Amyn had an almost regal air about her. She unfurled her wings and flew to Collette. Hanging upsidedown in the air in front of her, she said
"I am angry. I wanted to harm you. For this I am sorry. But I feel great loss." Without waiting for an answer, for Amyn knew it would be rude and unfeeling, she sighed and swept herself back onto Senouce. These Hobbits. They simply did not feel for others. How could Collette understand?
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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