Xanth was more than a little surprised that Nymphadora continued to defend her. She had expected anger or upset and for it to be aimed directly at her, not at the man the Nymph loved, so her reaction was delayed enough that Dora had almost made it to the portal before Xanth flung up a barrier to stop her. Shielding herself from the worst of Dora's turmoil, Xanth surged up off the dais and descended the steps of the dais, sparing a single glance for Sacha.
I am more flattered than you know, she began, her voice humming with emotion, that you have such faith in me. In this instance, however, you have chosen the wrong party to defend.
It was hurting Xanth more than she cared to admit that in admitting her mistake she had upset a girl who wanted nothing more to serve her and be her friend. She did not wish to see the stark betrayal that was sure to mask the Nymph's face as soon as she realised her 'goddess' was not the completely benevolent being she was thought to be. In truth, Xanth reacted to situations as they arose. She was no saint, though sometimes she wanted to be.
The day I recruited Chenoan, he refused me. I toyed with him, yet he continued to refuse me. In retrospect she should have known better. She should have let him be - was it not easier to catch more flies with honey than with vinegar? I merely asked how his girlfriend was faring. He read more into the question, but of course that was my intention at the time. And I will not lie and pretend I had no intention of harming you. The thought did cross my mind. Turning slightly so she was no longer facing Dora fully, Xanth let her words sink in.
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I am more flattered than you know, she began, her voice humming with emotion, that you have such faith in me. In this instance, however, you have chosen the wrong party to defend.
It was hurting Xanth more than she cared to admit that in admitting her mistake she had upset a girl who wanted nothing more to serve her and be her friend. She did not wish to see the stark betrayal that was sure to mask the Nymph's face as soon as she realised her 'goddess' was not the completely benevolent being she was thought to be. In truth, Xanth reacted to situations as they arose. She was no saint, though sometimes she wanted to be.
The day I recruited Chenoan, he refused me. I toyed with him, yet he continued to refuse me. In retrospect she should have known better. She should have let him be - was it not easier to catch more flies with honey than with vinegar? I merely asked how his girlfriend was faring. He read more into the question, but of course that was my intention at the time. And I will not lie and pretend I had no intention of harming you. The thought did cross my mind. Turning slightly so she was no longer facing Dora fully, Xanth let her words sink in.