She would have never expected him to move so fast, to dare so much as he came over the fountain and ran to her, taking hold of one slender shoulder and whirling her. Her skirts flared out as she turned to look at him, the teal of her eyes firing to an aquamarine color when he dared to press his sword against the hallow of her throat. "How...dare...you...." she bit out, her voice low and dangerous, like a tigress just before pouncing. His words filled her ears, that voice that had kept her up for so many nights flowing over her like a soothing balm, only it wasn't soothing, his high handed manner, his assumptions that she would simply give way to him. No! She was too different, too other to do so, he would never understand the magic that was in her very soul.<br/><br/>At his words that followed she arched a brow, her voice cutting through the air. "High? What could be more high then a Goddess? You dare much...I have no need for....." her voice trailed off when he accused her of being bitter and lonely, yes, she was. She was bitter, after being dismissed year after year simply for not living by the rules that governed other men, for being mocked for the power and intelligence she held. He had done nothing to shield her from that mocking either, falling in simply with his 'crew'. Hurt....she was hurt by all teasing, the dismissing, the price that came from being different, from being other. She had wanted him to look at her, to see the girl inside, and now that he was....she wanted him to go away, so far away and never return. Now that he saw her, he saw too much.<br/><br/>The way he looked at her made her lift her hand, trying to urge him to his cutlass away from such tender flesh. "Lonely? I am never lonely pirate man, my handmaidens are but a call away as are the beasts of the woods....what do you offer that is worth my time?" She clung to the haughty dismissive mood, to anything that would make the eventual rejection he would give easier. He would leave he, what did she have to hold his interest?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Why couldn't she hurt him? Why couldn't she get him off? She screamed and kicked her heels against the floor, trying to push at his hold on her and then suddenly he seemed to be floating above her, passing through her. The way he grinned at her, the look in his eyes made her tremble and try to shy away, how could anyone look at her so intensely? When he said her name the sound of his voice made her shiver again. "W....who...are you?" She stuttered out, letting out a mewl of shock when his hand seemed to ghost through her.<br/><br/>"Get off me!" she lashed out again, knowing it wouldn't help, not really but doing something made her feel a little better. It felt so odd, and chilly, to have him pass through her body slightly.