[Strong, elegant archer’s fingers, long and calloused in place for bowstring and blade grip, but… belonging to hands that jerk back from touching him as if burned. She had been meaning to shove the plates, not his- not his soft leg! He’s the one who took the plates away with his confounded magic!
And strong as those hands are, they belong to a woman who is not used at all to touching. At least, not touch that isn’t intended to hurt or kill. In her world (or rather, culture and nation), even a man and wife wouldn’t touch in public much if they were of decent breeding and she-
She still doesn’t think it’s any of his business!!! Trying to recover her modesty, she draws back, tossing her long hair along with her defensive jut of her chin.]
I would love to see the face of the woman who raised a man that thinks he can demand my name before giving his own!
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And strong as those hands are, they belong to a woman who is not used at all to touching. At least, not touch that isn’t intended to hurt or kill. In her world (or rather, culture and nation), even a man and wife wouldn’t touch in public much if they were of decent breeding and she-
She still doesn’t think it’s any of his business!!! Trying to recover her modesty, she draws back, tossing her long hair along with her defensive jut of her chin.]
I would love to see the face of the woman who raised a man that thinks he can demand my name before giving his own!