Totoka River Hold my hand, it's a long way down

short, sleepy post is short but i wanted to reply to this before i went to bed. :-)

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Thyri knows better than to rise to the goading. She knows but she cannot help the way his words itch beneath her skin — one that she can only scratch by proving him wrong. Fear? He thinks she is afraid? She fumes. She is not afraid. Caution is not fear, she desires to snap at him but bites down on her tongue to keep the words back. Caution isn’t fear but when does too much caution began to equalize to it? “I am not afraid.” The words lash from her with a keen narrow of her light caramel gaze in his direction, her stare leveled and unrelenting as she backs her words up with action and minimizes the distance between them with confident steps. The flare of her temper is brief and well honed forbearance is quick to cool the swell of heat within her that his bold declaration of his assumption of her fear caused. There is still distance between them when her short lived temper dissipates but she does not stop until she is directly in front of him, staring down at him. She closes the distance because she wants to, because the impulse to prove him wrong is too strong to ignore; because she wants to prove him wrong.

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