Your mother had tried to sooth you, stating that snakes could have multiple meanings and that there was no need to fear them or your mark, but you had never liked snakes very much either way.
Even if he had to beat you first.
You only laughed harder, drawing the attention of someone across the field who had grit his teeth in annoyance.
He felt entranced as you wove your fingers through the curled strands, pulling them up high on your head before securing it tightly.
How strong do you need to be to be okay? These are pieces of crap.
And what did I say about calling me leubh, hm? To the Duchy of Westmarch, she decided, she must travel.