FIADH
our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why
"Okay!" Perhaps Fiadh shouldn't have been so trusting, but her father has told her all about her uncle Remi, and if he says he'll catch her, he'll definitely catch her. So, puffing out her cheeks and pulling up her knees as if to prepare to cannonballllllll, the girl once more becomes a raccoon kit barely as heavy as a bag of sugar - a really small bag, at that - and plummets out of the branches.
Weeeeee! she manages on the way down, and her mental peals of laughter are punctuated by chitters of excitement by the young raccoon that makes its way down and into Remi's arms. Once she's there safely - because obviously she will manage it - the alchemist will have to suffer her affections with dark, grabby hands and a snuffling nose and whiskers.
Weeeeee! she manages on the way down, and her mental peals of laughter are punctuated by chitters of excitement by the young raccoon that makes its way down and into Remi's arms. Once she's there safely - because obviously she will manage it - the alchemist will have to suffer her affections with dark, grabby hands and a snuffling nose and whiskers.
