Emlin gave the woman an appraising look, his brow raised. A smile twitched on his lips for the briefest of moments. His fingers still entwined with Teluyaviel’s, he stepped forward just a bit, looking now to where the man stood, his grey eyes looking inquiringly at him and then back to the woman.
‘The futures of the man Farael and yourself . . . And why should Teluyaviel have concern for that? You do not seem in dire straits. Or have I missed something?’
Last edited by Huan; 03-10-2006 at 01:44 PM.
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