“ANYONE, absolutely anyone who threatens Charity – a up and coming scholar at this very academy – will face ME. XXX He felt the bond slowly dissolve as she drew back into her own mind. One hand now ended its roaming on his hand, fingers entwining with one another, gentle and firm are hers, sweaty and nervous his. Untouched and unmoved in the least, he sees the other sent tumbling and skidding onto the slickened and muddy roadway; their harness bag landing in the mud with not a splash, yet more of a slight “splutting” sound. Such a wonder that walked across my path this very night; those eyes, flickering across the spectrum, so focused and narrow when filled with anger or wrath, now suddenly softer than a gaze of a doe, gentle as a dove, and expectant as the gaze of a sailors woman watching
