Shaidra swung her head backwards and rolled her eyes, scratching at her scalp in annoyance. She flung her head forwards and repeated: [color=black]"[b]Fear![/b]"[/color] She spat, [color=black]"Stop fretting. Stop fretting over... Things."[/color] Her eyes narrowed again, tensely this time. She placed one hand to her cheek and then shrugged it off, as if she didn't want to be touched, even by herself. Then, she stood up, and opened a rift in her black clothes with both hands, tearing it open around her tummy, to reveal traces of a massive scar that reaped across her body. [color=black]"Scars are unbecoming of a lady,"[/color] She mused in yet another tone of voice.