You'll See. She Can Be Nice Sometimes.

People Today, Vampyres And Humans Alike, Believe The Earth Is Just A Dead Thing That They Live On-that It Is Somehow Wrong Or Evil Or Barbaric To Listen To The Voices Of The Souls Of The World, And So The Heart And The Nobility Of An Entire Way Of Life Dried Up And Withered Away.

I Know Dead. I've Been There, Done That And Got The Freakin' T-shirt.

Choose Battles That You Can Win Without Losing Your Heart And Your Soul.

Or Maybe I Had Known Him Or Maybe There's Something That Happens Between Some People At A Level That Goes Beyond Time Measurements And What Society Thinks Is Proper. Maybe What Had Happened Between Stark And Me In Those Few Minutes In The Field House Had Been Enough To Have Our Souls Recognize Each Other. Soul Mates? Was That Even Possible?

Da, Hes Waiting For Me To Tell The Two Of You Our News First, Then He'll Join Me." He Cocked A Dark Brow At Her. "and Why Would He Not Come To Your Mother And Me First And Ask Permission To Handfast With You, As Is The Honorable Thing To Do?" She Cocked Her Own Brow, Mirroring His Expression Perfectly. "because He's Not Stupid. Anyone With Any Sense Would Be Scared Of You Two. But Even Scared To Death, He Wanted To Come With Me. I Wouldn't Let Him. I Knew I Needed To Talk To You Alone First.