are you telling this story or am I?
"Well, I ain't ever seen a rock-fire-dog run, so I s'pose it might be slow. Either way, not sure I'll be much help with the..." Fiadh makes jabbing gestures with her hands, implying the armour removal part of the exercise. She raises an eyebrow and glances up at the decidedly ominous weather patterns, cocking her head to listen more for the growling over the cries of the gore crows.
"Reckon you might be close. Maybe it's old or sick or hurt. That'd be easier for you, right?" she says to Tal, spinning on heel to walk the right way again. "Oh, a little of this an' that. You need it, I prob'ly got it, or I can get it for you. Anythin' you need?" She grins over her shoulder at him.
"Reckon you might be close. Maybe it's old or sick or hurt. That'd be easier for you, right?" she says to Tal, spinning on heel to walk the right way again. "Oh, a little of this an' that. You need it, I prob'ly got it, or I can get it for you. Anythin' you need?" She grins over her shoulder at him.
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
