Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

She stared at him with her pale eyes. They always had a strange glint of malice hiding in the dark, very much like her mother's, but much less pronounced. Her immediate thoughts were, 'I think you're a fool for letting others become too close, because eventually they will leave, each and every one.' "What I think of you?" Freya repeated as she looked away and glanced at her goblet which was only half full again, "I think you-" She stopped, thinking honesty was the best policy, although in this case it may not be. Nevertheless, Freya said exactly what she had thought in the first place. "I think you're a fool for letting others become too close, because eventually they will leave, each and every one." She continued to stare at her goblet with a rock hard expression, "A nice, decent fool however. Honest in most cases."