"I really think it is incorrigible! I mean first off, how can a women fight, it's against the Mother Herself! We were not meant to fight, why else would She make us as She did?"
"But, really, what other choice did she have? It's not like she would be able to find a husband anyway. How else would she become anything but an old spinster."
"And quite a cow of one as well." And more of their obnoxious, high pitched laughter. She didn't laugh like that. But then again she wasn't like them. He could see her across the room, looking beautiful, as well as a little awkward, with Owen and his new wife. "Look at her, trying to be a knight and a women."
"Not succeeding." More laughter. He gave up. Annoyed enough with the little harpies to do what he had wanted for a while. Stomping across the room, he took Kel's hand and swept her onto the dance floor. Or dragged her, depending on who you asked. Either way, it amazed the ladies, pleased Kel and appalled his parents. In short, he was able to achieve three Midwinter's goals in one foul swoop.