She would pull forward without really thinking about it - falling somewhat into a protector's mindset. Anything that came at them she would deal with, Themisto had nothing to worry about while he was with her. She was also happy to explore - to see and smell somewhere new, even if it was claimed by Valhalla it was something that she hadn't experienced yet. The shadows of the gorge did not deter her steps despite being half blind - she had always liked peeking into the unknown, dark shadowy places were absolutely daunting to her, and because of that, she would explore them as often and as thoroughly as possible.
She had met Gideon in a cave!
This trail was much different than that cave had been - half light and half dark, narrow but not impossible to pass through. Themisto was so bright, but the trail to him seemed to be littered with angles and stops that she wasn't sure what to do with. He loved her, didn't he? She was always on his mind, he wanted to be with her, near her. The woman would peek over her shoulder at the other - meeting his sheepish visage. What? What exactly had he been staring at? The woman could consider herself a solider - not the best, but fighting was something that she was relatively good for. But a seductress? Someone that a male would find themselves staring at? Marred and built large and muscular she would never imagine that his wandering eyes could have been watching the sway of her hips.
She would stare at him curiously, blinking at him as he asked whether she had been here before. "Well if I had, it wouldn't be much of an exploration." She would chuckle her retort, and shake her head at his odd behavior. "I wonder how this place was made." There was the faint scent of water coming from somewhere... perhaps below the two of them? "There's water here somewhere, maybe runoff from the grande is below?" She was a little excited, and it showed in her tone despite her voice being kept relatively even in decible.
Chrysanthe would let herself wander a bit father, knowing that if she stopped she and Themisto would be more than close enough to touch nearly excited her as much as the prospect of a new discovery. Yet she wouldn't let those thoughts rule her mind - not... so early in their travels. Their time to talk would come, she just had to wait for the right moment.
Why was she always making herself wait?
"Speech"
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