FIADH
our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why
Oh, says Fiadh, as if it's strange to have permission from someone to point out their flaws and other obvious things like that, well, alright. And I would miss being a raccoon too. It's better than playing around in dreams - I can already do that. Though her mental voice remains clear as a bell, the fuzzball is rapidly disappearing into the upper boughs of the tree, where the bucket quite obviously rests.
How can I shove it down? It's big and I am little, she reminds Remi, though there's nothing that suggests Fiadh certainly won't try. Indeed, once she gets high enough, she shifts back into herself and starts inching out along the branches to push at the bucket she'd been riding in. "Like this?"
How can I shove it down? It's big and I am little, she reminds Remi, though there's nothing that suggests Fiadh certainly won't try. Indeed, once she gets high enough, she shifts back into herself and starts inching out along the branches to push at the bucket she'd been riding in. "Like this?"
