She couldn't help but out right laugh as his bravado turned to fright. And as well he should be. Her father had put the fear of those nightmares into her. It was always better to be informed than wandering blind.

Her laughter died quickly with his words. "It's a sad sight, witnessing the hate in another's heart." They hit too close to home, were too personal. She lowered her head to the grounded like a cowed creature. "Hate and prejudice can ruin a Soquili." And deep inside she worried if her shy behavior made others cast judgment about her.