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

Sleep tite!

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A sudden blaze reared up behind flaxen mirrors— her eyes flared and he saw how hard it was for her to resist her temper. He smiled at her declaration, watching her crumble to her instinct and toss reason to the side. His teeth glimmered neatly as the straw-haired naiad stormed forward on stiff, powerful legs. He watched her come bristling and determined— eager to prove to him just how not afraid she was. Grievous remained quite still, unwilling to temper her flames or face her in a skirmish by reacting to her sudden unreasonablness.

And though he thought she had handled this poorly, and now looked terribly young gazing down at him with all her furious might, he dared praise her; his voice a low, cautionary rumble. “That is more like it.” If she wished to take it further, his eyes widened in a way that assured her he would oblige her gladly— but for now she had done as he wished, which only served to make him feel superior, and then (oddly enough) a strange desire to instill in her the superiority he felt.
 

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