How dare he touch me! She thought indignantly as she tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp with no avail. She knew eye must be glowing with her rage but she didn’t care as long as his hands were on her she was determined to be angry. She chalked the flutter of her heart up to the fact that if she weren’t on her horse she would have stabbed him with her hidden dagger.<br/>“The dwarves have never had a problem with my kind,” Which she knew was an exaggeration but she would say anything to get out of riding that bird.<br/>