[ though pragmatic, Nabooru does not have the scope of time and distance to dull the spike of recent events. anger, and that deeper sense of hurt, fan her pridefulness to white hot flame; Ganondorf could tell her the desert sky was blue and she might argue just for the sake of it.
she might be able to pick his argument apart, but there's a crude and callous kind of sense in what he says that she deigns to ignore. lip curling into a sneer, she folds her arms, looking at him evenly. ]
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she might be able to pick his argument apart, but there's a crude and callous kind of sense in what he says that she deigns to ignore. lip curling into a sneer, she folds her arms, looking at him evenly. ]
Which side is that? Unseelie? Or your own?