Nyden: On the Little Matter of Rastivan, the Traitor
I don’t do hatred.
I really don’t. Not ever. What would be the point? Life is long, people are foolish, the world continues regardless. Why waste energy on fury, futile resentment, hate? It is tiring. I dislike being tired.
Besides, who is there to hate? Little Llandry, sweet tentative girl that she is, hiding her fierce draykon heart behind her layers of doubt and fright and too great a desire to please? Pense and Larion and Meriall and all the others, very good fellows all? Or mighty Eva, with her wit and her excellent table, always replete with succulent delights?
Why would I hate Avane, whose scent alone is sufficient to drive me into paroxysms of delight? Why would I despise the delicious little chicks from Ayrien she has taken
