Fall heard foot steps behind her. They were light and quick, like someone who had grown up in a forest like her. She heard a voice behind her,<span style="font-style: italic">"What you are holding is really dangerous woman."</span>Fall didn't move an inch. She lifted her gaze from the book and turned so that she could see who had spoken. He was about her hight, and had a scar on his cheek. He was strong and had keen, dark, eyes. A smile crossed her face, but her eyes stayed stern.<br/><br/>"I believe I can handle dangerous things. I'm not weak as many have purposed." Fall was annoyed at the fact that the man had implied that she was not capable of taking care of herself. Then she turned around and continued reading the book. A thought crossed her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">What if he is looking for the book.</span>She turned back to him, her blue eyes watching him with curiosity. "What is it you are looking for? If its the book I'm holding you will have to wait, I'm not done yet." She said, and waited for his responce. She didn't feel like dealing with someone at the moment, but somthing about him made her curious. The way he walked and held himself was not like the city folk or the farm folk. It was more like a skilled hunter, but more elegant and experienced. Yet somthing about him intimidated her. She tucked the book under her left arm, then reached down with her free hand and gripped the hilt of her knife lightly.