"Niniel, is it? I am called Dynaviir, and I am pleased to meet you. Please, have a seat."
He had noticed the stuttering in her speech before, but now he wondered if it was more than the blade she seemed afraid of. Was he scaring her? Or was she merely feeling cold?
"Are you cold? You seem to be shivering." he said at last. It had been a cold journey for him, but Niniel did not look as if she had been travelling. "If you feel the cold, then please," he said, "let us sit by nearer to the fire. I wouldn't wamy you to catch a chill."
He was scared of the flames himself, but he didn't mind now, as his concern was overtaking his fears. He didn't know if she was cold or worried, or nervous. He hoped he wasn't intimidating her, he didn't want to upset her. He had come here to relax, but he did not want to intimidate others with his presence.
[ July 23, 2003: Message edited by: Dynaviir ]
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