are you telling this story or am I?
"No, no. The sionnach," Fiadh corrects, as though Sunjata has decided to butcher the name of the fox puppet on purpose. And when he laughs she's about to give him a piece of her mind, copper brows furrowed. Especially when he strikes such a silly pose. Sure, Sunjata might smell pretty nice (what wasn't to love about cinnamon rolls?) but that doesn't mean he's remotely Fiadh's type.
"Don't quit your day job," she drawls, "you might need it more'n you think." So saying, she does indeed surrender the puppet to his waiting hands, offering him a little bow for his trouble as if to say that concludes their business. "Well, you're welcome to sit an' enjoy the Stonesong if you're goin' my way, but I gotta start back for the Greatwood," she informs him, beginning to rattle about to get her tugboat off and away.
"Don't quit your day job," she drawls, "you might need it more'n you think." So saying, she does indeed surrender the puppet to his waiting hands, offering him a little bow for his trouble as if to say that concludes their business. "Well, you're welcome to sit an' enjoy the Stonesong if you're goin' my way, but I gotta start back for the Greatwood," she informs him, beginning to rattle about to get her tugboat off and away.
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
