Sun Mote Copse yesterday I hiked over a river that was not there

[table width=85%][tr][td]Stray though she may be, Liri was no coward. The Tiny Voice did not monopolize her movements though she remained still and hunched with fear. 

The fae's face contorted with twitches, her lips alternating between pulling back in a snarl to bare her teeth and closing to lick her lips nervously. 

When she struck again, and missed, the woman fell back with a cautious curve of her stomach. Though unsure of their existence, Liri had more things to protect than herself.[/table][/tr][/td]