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"A'right!" Fiadh calls, grinning and twisting in the air so she might shoot back up and into the sky, very pleased to see that she's made a friend in Boreal. Granted, the dragon is more interested in plucking up the armour she's knocked free (teamwooooork!), and so instead the harpy turns her attention to the crows. It's a difficult thing to corral them, usually, but given that they're more interested in their fallen chicks, it doesn't take much to keep them from continuing their assault on Tal (or the Fyrhund).
Only once she's convinced that no one is going to need a get-along-shirt does she shoot back over the ridge, landing in a scrape of talons and a few falling red feathers. "Well that was fun!" she announces, a touch out of breath, her plumage already sinking back into her skin as she reaches out to bat at Tal's hair and clothes to put the fire out. "You got what you needed, right?"
Only once she's convinced that no one is going to need a get-along-shirt does she shoot back over the ridge, landing in a scrape of talons and a few falling red feathers. "Well that was fun!" she announces, a touch out of breath, her plumage already sinking back into her skin as she reaches out to bat at Tal's hair and clothes to put the fire out. "You got what you needed, right?"
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
