.attention was quickly reverted to pirate's honour . . . laughter coming to light in smoldering globes of reflection. this stallion saw all to well both sides . . . and both dilemmas. and somewhere deep though she knew their cause was different, she held 'er own respect for such a steed. orbs shifting to lingering femme of neutrality, 'er nod was brisk.

let us begin such proceedings . . . painted fear. come out, come out where ever you are . . .

.naturally 'er voice would have held the power it reveled in . . . the compulsion aimed at others to do her bidding. but she had given up that power for insight into the neutral discussions of peace and balance, something that irked, but intrigued 'er.