Horse lords, he what?! Daine gapes up at Sam, hoping he's lying - but if his reaction is anything to go by, he isn't. And he's not the first to blurt out a truth without meaning to in this conversation. Still, she decides to test his guess about what the rift is doing before she responds to anything else.
I haven't given him any pets, she tries to say. "I gave him a dog," is what comes out, and she frowns. "Odd's bobs. I think you're right about the truth-telling."
Which makes his comment about Gabriel all the more disturbing. Granted, Daine doesn't know all that much about the angel - except that he is one, and that he's sneaky, and that he's good with animals - but she wouldn't have pegged him as being that nasty. She wonders, rather uneasily, what kind of lesson Gabriel was trying to teach... and, rather uncharitably, whether Sam might have deserved it. Little as she knows Gabriel, she knows Sam even less so, and since she never got to meet that hellhound, the fact that he was after it didn't raise him much in her esteem.
"And as far as the rift is concerned, probably not," she says dryly, dropping her gaze to the ground. Her magic is still working, right? Has the rift mucked with that again? Given that Sam's so tall, she guesses he won't notice if she tries something subtle with her eyes. Taking in a breath, she sharpens her vision to that of a hawk's. It works. She lets out the breath, relieved, and shifts her eyes back to normal. Good. She can make a hasty getaway if she needs to.
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I haven't given him any pets, she tries to say. "I gave him a dog," is what comes out, and she frowns. "Odd's bobs. I think you're right about the truth-telling."
Which makes his comment about Gabriel all the more disturbing. Granted, Daine doesn't know all that much about the angel - except that he is one, and that he's sneaky, and that he's good with animals - but she wouldn't have pegged him as being that nasty. She wonders, rather uneasily, what kind of lesson Gabriel was trying to teach... and, rather uncharitably, whether Sam might have deserved it. Little as she knows Gabriel, she knows Sam even less so, and since she never got to meet that hellhound, the fact that he was after it didn't raise him much in her esteem.
"And as far as the rift is concerned, probably not," she says dryly, dropping her gaze to the ground. Her magic is still working, right? Has the rift mucked with that again? Given that Sam's so tall, she guesses he won't notice if she tries something subtle with her eyes. Taking in a breath, she sharpens her vision to that of a hawk's. It works. She lets out the breath, relieved, and shifts her eyes back to normal. Good. She can make a hasty getaway if she needs to.