| Arandori "Sir, you will pay me back for the damage that you have done to my cart," Arandori said sharply, her almost-black eyes flashing in anger as she brushed her black hair behind one ear. "I will not allow you to get away without paying this, because it is my cart, and I refuse to believe that it was just an accident." She could tell that the man was starting to get nervous under her piercing glare. He obviously just wanted to leave. "Yes, ma'am, here you go. Five marks,that should pay for it, I'll be on my way now..." He re-mounted his horse and galloped off without a glance backwards, leaving Arandori to chuckle. It always worked. She'd start acting strange and demanding, and then allow her black eyes to pretty much do the rest of the work easily. She'd discovered at a young age that people were afraid of her. It was hard to believe. This short, delicately-boned girl that almost anyone could take out with one punch, could scare off the biggest traders and the toughest cotholders. And all because of her eyes. At one point in time, Arandori had resented her eyes. She'd wished for normal once, blue or green, something like that. It hadn't taken her long, though, before she realized that no matter what color eyes you had, if you acted depressed than people would be scared of you. Of course, the eyes did help, though. |