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.Shard 05.
Dalmasca Westersand
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Just two years, yet she had changed.
Basch could not tell if she had become more womanly, or more mature. The only sure thing was, she was more sad and angry - but, despite it, painfully colder.
The desert wolf which was assaulting her, jumping from behind a dune, could not even make the slightest sign of fear appear on her face. The very moment after, with an elegant yet ruthless movement, Ashe's Mithril Blade sank into the middle of the wolf's back, extorting from him an agonizing lament, which accompanied her own suffocated one. Determination did not falter in her eyes as the wolf collapsed, his brilliant blood quickly tingling the sand underneath him.
Then she turned to him, and Basch didn't understand why. Why-?
Why were her unsettling eyes challenging him - or maybe were they just in desperate search for approval?
Ah - she was beautiful; her hair the same colour of the sand, little beads of sweat blinking in the unforgiving sun in such a way - the same disturbing way blood was blinking on the blade of her sword.
Assassin - for a moment he feared that his princess was on the way of becoming a cold assassin - because every single being she killed, he could see her draining thirst of vengeance - he could see Rasler in her eyes.
But finally, she lowered her head again on the wolf's corpse. Her hair curtained her eyes, preventing him from seeing them, but her exposed lips curved down, sickened, and her fingers trembled on the sword's hilt.
Maybe, she could still be saved.
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Author'sNote: Little shard is this one, yet I like it. I suppose Ashe really seems that cold sometimes..
Thanks so much to my few reviewers! I love you! Well I suppose things would be even better if at least half of the people who are reading would actually review, too, but I guess I'm asking too much :)
See you in the next chap - wohoo -- Ogir Yensa Sandsea.. oh man I love the desert!
Swamp-Eyes