Her pace was verging on "slow" her hoofbeats sounding almost diliberate with their unnatural metalic grinding against the stones.
She flicked through mental images of Poet and thought on how to best answer his question. Wich was really rather dificult because he was so many things at difernet times.
"well you could say she's a little - no that's not the word. . .more like . . .no that's not the word either. . .she's difernent - but not in a bad way more like a unique kind of way. She's oppinonated and free sprited unattactched yet careing. She can be crule but not without reason." she paused to see if any of that made one iota of sense to him.
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