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Her heart hammered wildly in anger in her chest. How she hated the word pity, especially when used for her.
"I have much reason to not trust you Ferethor and I shan't trust you until you give me reason. If you know my father as you say you do, then you can possibly understand my concern," Crystal said to him as she shethed her sword.
"And thinking that I am younger then my years and believing that I do not have any training in weilding a sword will possibly get you killed. I know of warriors training and I know what you have possibly gone through in learning the ways of true swordsmanship, but you do not know what I know. Therefore, find yourself warned," Crystal said as she kept her hand on the hilt.
She would never reveal to him in any speech that she could do far more then he possibly could. She wasn't going to allow him to know where she had learned many techniques that had stopped soliders in their tracks. She had learned the ways of the soliders from her father due to her mother, but what he hadn't taught her had come from a her new life as a traveller. Those lessons were far more valuable then anything that Ferethor had ever learned.
She walked away, furious that he would try to win an upper hand. His sword was measly, nothing grand as hers was. Hers was almost pure perfection and that's the way she ran her life and her thoughts except upon occassion.
Such occassions as thinking about Atharen. How she wished he could guess her feelings, but then again hoped that he would never find out. He was so much better then she and she was very glad that he was on her side in this company. Another true friend that she was hoping that she could rely on during the quest.
She walked over to Atharen and stood next to him. She knew that he would have to say something about her temper getting out of hand, but she wasn't going to say anything first. She stood, waiting for his critisms of her behavior.
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