Totoka River river of time

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She still wasn't worried, and had not intended humor in the gesture of not hopping from the water's reach immediately. Her ears remained splayed and was reluctant to heed the words too quickly so not to seem overly compliant. As to why this wolf cared to see her leave the water, she could not quite guess though. I am not worried, she mentioned, although ebbed up to even shallower water just so that her ankles could still be wet.

She revered the power of the sea and knew it could kill her at any moment it deemed suitable. One wave too many, just enough to topple her balance with a properly timed current and she'd be swept away just like that. However, she didn't fear it. Not entirely and not as she once had moons ago. Reverence suited her relationship with it now more and since she rarely came to see it now, she only wished to enjoy it all she could. Are you uneasy because it is so far up? she asked, looking to pinpoint the worry's reason to see if it went further than just the ocean as a whole. Or is it just the sea itself? It felt bizarre, but strangely alluring still. Yet she doubted the other green-eyed female felt the same way as she did..