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Post by antinanco on Dec 24, 2008 13:43:35 GMT -5
Pasine’s blonde brows rose above her hairline at the sudden resentment emitting from both Raylin and Vega. She had viewed the boy more as an animal, almost like a wher in human form: strong and useful when controlled, but when uncontrolled a nuisance to the Weyr, especially in time of war. Though as usual, the girl was probably being harsh emotionally and foolishly letting her logic control all of her thoughts. Of course, most of this remained hidden around men, but now that she was among those of her gender she let loose a little.
“Despite being intelligent, bold, and unloving of felines,” Pasine started in a tone that made her contempt of Raylin’s delusion about Pepsi evident, “The fact that he fought with the felines proves that he does not have control over them. Thus, he could not help bringing them along with him.” It was simple logic, no? Perhaps Raylin’s mind was just being clouded by the emotions surrounding the fact that he had saved her life. How paltry.
By now Vega was almost entirely forgotten by choice. He seemed to be growing bored of Pasine, and she was being curiously enthralled in the topic of Pepsi. It was a war between cold logic and mushy emotions, and she was convinced she was going to win. In fact… ah! She couldn’t help it! As a final point the girl issued the rebuttal, “Well, to club someone you need a club. Using your fist alone does not entirely count.” Pasine always took things literally. Always.
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