Fiadh's smile instantly drops away to hear that the chariot is broken (boo), but if Remi has brought rope for fixing it, then she might still get her ride by the time the day is out. The fact that this is obviously his doesn't occur to her - he left it unattended, and by the laws of the woods, finders keepers, sir. "What will the rope do to fix it?" she asks, draping her considerable daisy chain around her shoulders like a scarf and wiggling to get out of the catapault bucket.
"I got it," she tells him, but the Lullaby is about to learn that Fiadh's version of most careful is not at all that delicate. She wiggles herself right over the edge of the bucket, legs dangling, skirts mostly hitched up, before she lets go and hits the grass with a thump that would knock the breath out of most. "Is it ok?" she asks of her chariot.
"I got it," she tells him, but the Lullaby is about to learn that Fiadh's version of most careful is not at all that delicate. She wiggles herself right over the edge of the bucket, legs dangling, skirts mostly hitched up, before she lets go and hits the grass with a thump that would knock the breath out of most. "Is it ok?" she asks of her chariot.
