'Siri'
Iris blinked after receiving the nudge, opened her mouth, and closed it. "Of course not!" She said finally, too embarrassed to be properly indignant, and followed after Henry once more, stomping through the tall grass.
She pouted vigorously while he teased her, taking another drag of the bottle and not missing the opportunity to give the farmer a sideways glare when she caught his eye. When her lip quivered with bubbling amusement, she did what she could to hide it.
She'd had a rough day. Yet, somehow, going through every imaginable emotion lifted some of the weight off her shoulders. Now that she was being led to safety by an overzealous eagle she found herself feeling surprisingly light-hearted. And, strangely, becoming slightly fond of the eagle.
"Be that as it may," she started haughtily and passed though the opening he'd made, hooking the branch out of Henry's grasp and letting it land on the bird man with with a surprising deal of satisfaction. She didn't hold back her giggle this time. "The trees are very grabby, Grounder. Don't say I didn't warn you."
She waited for him on the road ahead, having found a new spring in her step, with an outstretched hand, an offer of the bottle, and a snicker. "I can take care of myself, you know. Normally. And I plan to avoid any and all fungi for a long while." A hand rose to her heart in ceremonious promise. "I'm not looking forward to LongNight though. What do you do when it comes?"
She pouted vigorously while he teased her, taking another drag of the bottle and not missing the opportunity to give the farmer a sideways glare when she caught his eye. When her lip quivered with bubbling amusement, she did what she could to hide it.
She'd had a rough day. Yet, somehow, going through every imaginable emotion lifted some of the weight off her shoulders. Now that she was being led to safety by an overzealous eagle she found herself feeling surprisingly light-hearted. And, strangely, becoming slightly fond of the eagle.
"Be that as it may," she started haughtily and passed though the opening he'd made, hooking the branch out of Henry's grasp and letting it land on the bird man with with a surprising deal of satisfaction. She didn't hold back her giggle this time. "The trees are very grabby, Grounder. Don't say I didn't warn you."
She waited for him on the road ahead, having found a new spring in her step, with an outstretched hand, an offer of the bottle, and a snicker. "I can take care of myself, you know. Normally. And I plan to avoid any and all fungi for a long while." A hand rose to her heart in ceremonious promise. "I'm not looking forward to LongNight though. What do you do when it comes?"
