Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

The sighthound fell silent as the man spoke, ears half-lifting as she listened intently to his self description. By the end, her mournful eyes had grown wide and her lips had parted as if to draw in a sharp gasp of shock. 

Blinking, her gaze turned to the water for a moment as the druid collected herself - tongue darting over flush lips as her fragile shoulders heaved in a steadying sigh. Something charged in the sweet spring air between them - one of those instances full of truth and connection - amongst the soft background noise of lapping water, cricketsong, and dancing wind. 

The words were vague, mysterious even, but they were from her heart, "I 'ave known monsters. Men, an' women too, who 'ave nozing in zeir 'earts but greed; black souls who vish to lay vaste ta everyzing an' everyone so long as zey can rule ze ashes."

"'ave ye locked someone up an' 'urt zem fer nae reason - until zey could nae longer remember zeir own name? 'ave ye 'eld innocent women down an' taken from zem - zeir dignity, zeir virginity? 'ave ye killed vith impunity? Ripped screamin' bairns from ze breasts of zeir sobbing mothers?"

"If'n ye 'ave, zen, aye, zey vould be right ta call ye a monster," Awenfen murmured this harsh truth, gentle and neutral - a lack and a world of judgement in the shining gaze that met Donovan's. 

"But I donnae zink, or maybe I vould just like ta zink, zat ye 'ave nae. Zat ye couldnae be capable of such zings." Her treacherous gaze left him then, falling to her own moonlit paws - glowing ivory in the pale light, like the hands of some otherwordly thing. 

"I vould nae vant ta be scared of ye." 

omg so sorry for the wait on this thread!! I've just recently switched jobs and was having some car issues to deal with so things got a little hectic! Sorry!